As they drove home in the car, Larssen said to his boy:
"Tell me your impressions."
"I think the garden is fine, and the birds are bully little fellows."
"Mrs Matheson—do you like her?"
"Is she——Is she the lady you meant when you said on board ship you were going to marry someone?"
"I want to know what you think of her."
A troubled look came into Olaf's sensitive eyes. "I don't like her very much, Dad."
"Why not?"
"I don't think she means what she says."
"You're mistaken. Mrs Matheson has taken a great liking to you, and I want you to be very nice to her. You must meet her again and get better acquainted. Now see here, I'd like you to invite her on your yacht. That's the big test, isn't it?"