"Will be delighted if you'll make Kilbrannan another home," finished Denis, proudly.
Nell held her letter out to him.
"It's true, Teddie. Read what mother says about you. She knows all about you. There—at the top of the page."
He took the letter and read:—
"I know you would not have cabled to us as you did unless you had very strong reasons for your opinion that the shares were going up; that, and the fact that your father had an offer for them—oh, Nell, he is telling Denis about that! He very nearly accepted it!—well, this makes me hope that we shall be able to return to our home. Won't we all be willing to economise? Bread and potatoes and Kilbrannan are not to be despised, are they, asthore? You and Denis must make your friend, Ted Lancaster, promise that, if we only can go back, he will look upon it as a second home. Tell him we shall want as much of his time as he can spare to be spent at Kilbrannan, and we'll manage to add a trout or two, perhaps even a salmon, to the bread and potatoes when he is with us. With these extras, and the hearty welcome he will receive from us all, I hope he'll find Kilbrannan so bearable that all his vacations will be given to us!"
Ted grew very red as he perused the letter. He handed it back in silence.
"Well?" Nell laughed.
"I say—er—why, it's no end kind—"
"That'll do. You needn't say anything, except—you will, Teddie, won't you?"
"By Jove, yes!" he said.