“Surprise!” repeated Jim. “It’s Paradise. It’s heaven. Don’t tell me I’m going to wake up and find it all a dream. And you knew this all the time, you old rascal, and didn’t let me in on it.”
“Just a little scheme that Mabel and I cooked up,” laughed Joe happily. “I thought Sis might like to come on and take a look at her only brother.”
“Brother,” mimicked Mabel saucily. “Don’t flatter yourself. You won’t be looked at much while Jim’s around.”
Clara flushed and laughed in protest. Joe, however, did not seem disturbed at the prospect. As long as Mabel looked at him the way she was looking now, he had nothing more to ask.
A taxicab whirled them up to the pretty suite that Joe had reserved for the girls in a hotel. There were two rooms in the suite, and it was surprising how quickly Joe and Mabel took possession of one of them, while Jim and Clara found the other one much preferable. They had so much to say to each other that required no audience. Reggie, who had an adjoining room, took himself off on the plea of an engagement that would keep him till luncheon time, and the happy young people had a long delightful morning to themselves.
“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Joe,” Mabel assured him, among many other things. “You’re making such a wonderful record. You don’t know how I read and treasure all the things the papers are saying about you. They give you more space than they give the President of the United States.”
“You mustn’t make too much of it, honey,” Joe replied. “I’m in luck just now; but if I should have a slump the same people that cheer me now when I make a homer would be jeering at me when I came to the bat. There’s nothing more fickle than the public. One day you’re a king and the next you’re a dub.”
“You’ll always be a king,” cried Mabel. “Always my king, anyway,” she added blushingly.
In the meantime Clara and Jim were saying things equally precious to themselves and each other, but of no importance at all to the general public. Jim was surprised and pleased at the intimate acquaintance she had with all the phases of his rapid rise in his profession. She knew quite as well as the rest of the world that Jim already stood in the very front rank of pitchers, second only perhaps to Joe himself, and she had no hesitation in telling him what she thought of him. Sometimes it is not a pleasant thing for a man to know what a woman thinks of him, but in Jim’s case it was decidedly different, if his shining face went for anything.