"How?"
"Why, I hardly know—but I thought his voice would be always gentle like I imagine a Southern father's who loved his children very much. And I thought his hair would be blonde, with a kind face and friendly laughing eyes—blue, like mine. His eyes aren't blue?"
"Dark brown."
"I know I'll run when he comes."
"We'll make you feel at home and you'll not be afraid. Mr. Tom will be here to lunch in a few minutes and I'll introduce you."
"Then I must dress at once!"
"The first door at the head of the stairs—your trunk has already been taken up."
Cleo watched the swift, strong, young form mount the stairs.
"It's absolutely certain!" she cried under her breath. "I'll win—I'll win!"
She broke into a low laugh and hurried to set the table in a bower of the sweetest roses that were in bloom. Their languorous odor filled the house.