He had one arm about her, holding her up. She nestled close up to him, her head dropping back on his shoulder, her eyes answering the challenge that suddenly flashed into his.
CHAPTER XV
ANOTHER CONQUEST
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Bradley, but I am Dick Fenway.”
Mr. Bradley looked up from his paper and saw Dick standing on the veranda beside him.
“Dick Fenway! My friend Fenway’s boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I am glad to know you, very glad!” He shook hands warmly with the young man and turned to where his daughter was standing, looking at them with a smile of interest. “Alice, this is Dick Fenway.”
“It was good of you to come to us like this,” she said pleasantly as she gave him her hand. “Your father has spoken of you so often that we feel quite as though we had always known you.”
“You are awfully good, I am sure,” replied Dick. “I know that father would never forgive me if he heard that I had been at the same hotel with you, without making myself known.”