“I’m sure she does. But she needs Peter’s legal advice,” Judy explained. “He says the chief thing they talk about is what to do with Sarah Glenn’s house. Irene says she wants to live in it.”
“Alone?” Pauline asked.
“No, with her father. He’s still depending on her and she is so glad to be able to take care of him the way she’s always wanted to. His room is to be that big sunny one in the front of the house. There’s room for Irene’s piano in it and he loves to hear her play. But the tower room she wants kept just the way her mother had it. Oh, she’s talked of it so much—even to selecting the kind of flowers she wants in the garden.”
“She told me,” Dale said, but his simple remark set Judy wondering how much they had told each other. It seemed strange for little Irene to be having a real romance. She was so young! Too young, Judy would have thought if she had not realized how much Irene needed the love and sense of security that a man like Dale Meredith could give her.
Bright-eyed and smiling, Irene looked the part of a heroine when she met them at the door. Dale promptly took possession of her and, for an hour, nothing more was heard from either of them except a low murmur of voices on the roof garden.
In the meantime Arthur had arrived dressed in his flying gear and ready to take Judy home. She and her cat were both to fly with him in his open plane.
It was decided that Irene would ride with Horace in Peter’s car and stay with the Dobbs family while she was in Farringdon. That short stay was to be more eventful than she knew, for her fortune was to be told in “The Mystic Ball.” But now she was content to plan for the future without it. She and Dale fully expected to come back and live in Tower House, for that was what they had named it.
“We named it that,” Irene said. “Dale and I.”
“It sounds romantic,” Judy answered. “May I come and visit?”
“You certainly may. And you must come for the celebration.”