On the arrival of the train in New York Farley helped his friends into a carriage. “I’m not going to bid you good-bye,” he said. “I’ll take the elevated and I’ll be at the Grand Central station before you have time to get there.”
Helen offered a protest, but Farley smilingly insisted. “It’s on my way uptown,” he explained. “It won’t be the least trouble.”
He had charmed Dorothy on the way over from Washington, and for an hour she had lain asleep in his arms. Now she clamored that he be given a place in the carriage.
“I can sit in Mr. Farley’s lap,” she pleaded.
“No, Dorothy,” said Farley, “I’d like that all right; but the carriage is crowded already.”
“Then I’ll go with Mr. Farley,” Dorothy insisted. This compromise, however, was instantly rejected, and the driver whipped off. When Helen reached the station Farley had already secured the tickets and the seats in the parlor car.
“I wish Mr. Farley was going with us,” said Jack.
“Oh, do come, please,” Dorothy exclaimed, delighted. “Can’t you come and live with us like Mr. Fullerton?”
Farley laughed.
“Perhaps Mr. Farley will come some day,” said Helen. “Perhaps he will come with papa.”