“Don’t seem very pleased to see me,” he added.
“Oh, but I am, Wally; I am,” she said, with an anxious eye on the door.
“Thou may’st have a holiday, Isabelle, to visit with thy father. We’d be glad to have thee spend the night, Mr. Bryce.”
“Just here for a few hours, thanks. Thought I’d look in on the kid. Very kind of you, I’m sure.”
Mrs. Benjamin left them.
“Wally, do me a favour,” said Isabelle, breathlessly.
“So soon?” he laughed.
“Take me off in the motor for the day.”
“But I want to see the school, and meet your pals, and get acquainted with the Benjamins.”
“Oh, Wally, it’s just like any school, and I’m shut up here all the time. I’m just dying for a day in the country,” she urged. “P-l-e-a-s-e Wally.”