“About your husband, I fancy!”
Again Nance’s cheeks were crimson, remembering only too well what her thoughts had been as she sat in the sand knitting.
“I——”
“Mildred told me about him,” said Andy grimly.
“Did she?” laughed Nance, thinking that Andy was speaking of Dodo, of course. “He is a darling husband.”
“Humph!” They walked on in silence, Andy taking great strides with Mildred clasped closely in his arms, while Nance wheeled the baby carriage, almost running to keep up.
“I don’t know what to call you,” said Andy at last.
“Call me? Why, call me Nance! Why not? My name is still Nance no matter what has happened.”
“I—I—perhaps he wouldn’t like it.”
“Who?”