“Nor I,” Sên King-lo agreed. “It’s like a harp with its sweetest string gone.”
“And how those poor darkies will miss her! And what a time they’ll have! Dinah and Uncle Lysander must feel like orphans.”
“Lysander and Dinah are here with Miss Julia,” Sên chuckled.
Mrs. Sên gave a little gasping laugh. “Great Scott!” she cried.
CHAPTER XXXIX
Dr. Ray came soon after breakfast the next morning, and she stayed all day.
“Here is your bridesmaid,” she told Ivy gaily, as she took Mrs. Sên in her arms, then put her away a little to search the younger face with shrewd, beautiful eyes that hid the anxiety they felt. “I’m having the time of my life. Nothing but slang will express it. Between Julia Calhoun and this marvel of a place and the hotel bills, I’m quite off my head. How are you, my child! But you needn’t tell me; I only asked for manners. I can see how you are!”
Ivy laughed happily. “How is Miss Julia?” she asked gently.
“More so than ever,” Dr. Ray replied. “How I ever am to get her home again, I don’t know. I thought I’d never get her away from Honolulu. I must not say that she went surf-riding, for she didn’t; but I know she wanted to.”
“Scandal!” Sên King-lo rebuked their guest with a quiet laugh.