CHAPTER XV
THE perfection with which Virginia played her part in the little drama of deception at their parting was a new source of surprise and anger to Vassar. Her acting was consummate. Neither the children nor her parents could suspect for a moment that there had been the slightest break in their relations.
Self-respect compelled him to act the part with equal care in detail.
The old soldier had grown very fond of Marya. He held her in his arms chattering like a magpie.
“Now don’t you go back on me when you get to town and fail to take that cottage!” he protested.
“Oh, we’re coming on Tuesday—aren’t we, Uncle John?” she cried.
Virginia watched his face. He caught the look and answered its challenge by an instant reply.
“Certainly, dear. Everything’s fixed. I can’t be with you much but grandpa’ll be here every day.”
The child clapped her hands.