“You must have a handsome wedding dress and trousseau,” said Violet. “And we want Max here at the wedding, and don’t want Harold to leave our dear little boy till he is fairly on the road to recovery. Now, how shall we manage it all?”
“Perhaps your mother might help in the arrangement,” suggested Lucilla.
“Perhaps Harold would want to tell her himself of—the change of plans,” said the captain.
At that moment the door opened and mother and son appeared on the threshold, both looking very cheery and bright.
The captain sprang to his feet and hastened to bring forward an easy-chair, while Violet exclaimed:
“Oh, mother, I am so glad you have joined us! I was just on the point of going to ask you to do so.”
“I suppose to tell me the good news I have just heard from Harold,” was the smiling rejoinder. “But he was the one to tell it, daughter. And captain,” turning to him, “I thank you for the change in your decision in regard to a most important matter, which Harold feels to be a great reward for what he has been enabled to do for our dear little boy.”
“I am very glad I had it in my power to do something to show my appreciation of his invaluable services,” the captain said with evident emotion.
“Where is Eva?” exclaimed Lucilla. “She should be here with us on this important occasion.”