Joan's voice instantly dispelled his irritation.
"Mavourneen!" he exclaimed. "Up already! And you danced half the night."
"It's eleven o'clock," said Joan. "Besides, I couldn't sleep. I've been thinking. Remember, Kenny, when you read the will and I said that Donald should have the farm?"
"Yes," said Kenny, somewhat mystified. "I remember."
"If he's going to study and work his way through college, I don't think he'd want it, do you?"
"No, dear, I doubt if he would. What's in your mind, girleen?"
"Oh, I'm so glad you think so too! Kenny—"
"Yes?"
"Do you know Jan's cousin, the pretty girl who's a model? I know that doesn't sound at all as if it had anything to do with the farm but it has. Jan's cousin said—I hardly know how to tell you, Kenny. I don't think I like telephones. If I could see your face—"
"I'm wearing my guardian's face!"