"No--o," Miss Nestleburt said. "But we looked at the tracks, and Herbert said they couldn't have been made by anything else but a cow!"
"Speaking of cows, my dear," said Mr. Hawkins, brushing a speck of dust off one neatly pressed, striped trouser leg, '"Why don't you give her the present we brought for David? And then we must leave."
"Mais oui! I must go out to the car and get it! I almost forgot all about it!" exclaimed Miss Nestleburt. "Where is David?"
"Grant went to the dentist, and he was to get David from school as soon as he was through. They should be here any minute," I said.
Mr. Hawkins sprang to his feet and held the door open for Miss Nestleburt. Then he closed the door and sat down again.
"Ah, my dear madame," he said to me, "marriage is indeed wonderful. Since Miss Nestleburt did me the great honor of becoming my wife, I have been the happiest man alive."
His brown eyes were full of laughter, as they had been every time I had seen him.
"You never struck me as being a particularly unhappy type," I said.
"No, how true that is, madame! I'm full of joie de vivre, as my dear wife would say."
Just as Miss Nestleburt tapped lightly at the door and came in again. Grant drove up with David. They came in behind her, David making as much noise as a calliope.