Wishing you no end of luck.
Yours affectionately,
JILL."
McTaggart laid the letter down, a sudden glow in the "double heart." He was pleased that the child should remember the date.
His birthday? Why—of course, it was!
"And I'll take her out and give her a treat. By Jove, there's the car—it's Saturday too. I'll send her a wire to say I'm coming—she'll find it when she gets back from school."
Under the spur of awakened energy the old depression fell away. To his surprise he found himself singing, midway through his bath.
CHAPTER VI
Jill herself opened the door.
"Come in and have some coffee," her eyes passed from McTaggart to the big gray car. "Doesn't it look jolly! I'm longing to go in it, but I'm rather bothered too—I'll tell you why..."