“There's a good chance. Her savings have all been used up from her bank account in New York. She is determined to go to her father in Kentucky. I'll have a talk with her, bring her over to the bungalow, show her through it on the pretext of its model construction and then you can tell her that you built it with your own hands for her and the baby. You might be loafing around the place about that time.”
Jim's hand was suddenly lifted.
“I got ye, Doc, I got ye! I'll be there—all day.”
“Don't let her see you until I give the signal.”
“Caution's my name.”
“We'll see what happens.”
Jim pressed close.
“Say, Doc, if you know how to pray, I wish you'd send up a little word for me while you're talkin' to her. Could ye now?”
“I'll do my best for you, boy—and I think you've got a chance. She's been watching the blue eyes of that baby lately with a rather curious look of unrest.”
“They're just like mine, ain't they?” Jim broke in with pride.