"Do you think we'd better tell dad?"
They had gathered an armful of the roses and loitered along the winding paths, and were standing at last by the curb, waiting for the car.... She carried a few of the roses in her hand. She looked down at them thoughtfully. And suddenly the look of Miss Canfield, the nurse, flashed back to him.
"We don't want to upset him," she said slowly.
"I don't believe it will—upset him.... Do you know, I believe he wants it—I half suspect he's been planning it all along!"
"Do you? What makes you think so?" She had turned to him curiously.
He shook his head.
"Father's deep! I can't tell exactly why I think he knows.... But I never got very far ahead of him yet!"
"Very well—we will tell him."
"To-night?"