“I might go further,” Eaton remarked daringly, “and say that the face in its entirety is pleasant and inspiring to look at!”
“Stop teasing me!” cried Nan, “or I’ll run out to the barn and cry.”
They were still talking in this strain when Copeland’s machine appeared in the driveway.
“I didn’t tell you that we’re having a party to-night,” said Fanny. “Unless I’m mistaken, Mr. Amidon is driving that machine.”
She walked to the veranda rail and looked expectantly toward the approaching car. Though Billy had lately paid a visit to the farm, Nan had not met him. Fanny, with her usual frankness, had warned Nan of the expected visit, and Nan had carefully kept out of the way. She had not seen Billy since the night he proposed the destruction of Farley’s will.
Copeland jumped from the machine and ran up the steps, while Jerry disposed of the car. He shook hands with Fanny, and then turned toward Nan inquiringly.
She was already walking toward him.
“I’m glad to see you, Billy.”
“I’m glad to see you, Nan,” he said, and added in a slightly lower tone, “I’m glad to see you here.”
“And I’m glad to see you—here!”