"He certainly did not," answered Mr. Morrison, laughing.
They were pleasing themselves with these fancies when lights and Mrs. Morrison, in her pretty evening gown, appearing together, put an end to them. Some minutes later Mrs. Richards walked in upon a charming family group. Life was becoming very full and sweet to her, and she looked very handsome and happy. She felt proud of her children, most of all of that graceful little person in the old brocade who ran to meet her.
"Auntie, what do you think? We have found the sequel to 'The Girl in the Golden Doorway.' The dream has come true: Jack has caught her, and she turns out to be me." Frances made a courtesy, laughing merrily.
"There is some more to it," she added. "Father, can't you tell it?"
"Tell it yourself, Wink," was the smiling reply, and three pairs of eyes watched her fondly as she stood, a finger on her lips, an intent expression on her face.
"Oh, yes! I remember. And together they are going to explore the House of the Golden Doorway, and find out all its secrets."
Mrs. Richards took the rosy face between her hands. "You have opened the golden door to me, too, my darling," she said.