“There ain’t goin’ to be no board,” Grace answered cheerily, “of the kind you mean. The girls are going to run the place themselves.”
“Then it won’t last long. I have no faith in such things.”
“Better get some, Sis. Miss Reynolds knows what she’s about. She’s hoping others will follow her example and make a chain of such clubs.”
Grace learned from her father that there had been no developments in the motor since Kemp’s death; he didn’t know where he stood, but Trenton had been encouraging as to the outcome. The reorganization made necessary by the absorption of the Cummings concern was causing the delay, Durland thought.
“Trenton’s a busy man these days, but he’s spent several evenings with me at the shop. He’s a big man; he knows what he’s about and he’s been mighty fine to me.”
“I’m glad of that, daddy. I’m sure Mr. Trenton would tell you if he didn’t mean to go through with it.”
“I think you’re right, Grace. It’s a little hard waiting—and I’ve done a lot of waiting in my time.”
“You dear! We’ve got to believe the patient waiter gets the biggest tips—that’s our slogan!”
She tapped him lightly on the shoulder as she spoke, keeping time to her words. He didn’t know how his praise of Trenton had warmed her heart. The fact that he saw Trenton and no doubt would continue to meet him frequently gave her father a new interest in her eyes.
Grace saw Miss Reynolds every few days, and was finding relief and happiness in the prospect of her new work. Irene expressed the greatest satisfaction when Grace told her that she was leaving Shipley’s.