After supper Phillip sought her again. The trouble was not gone from his face, but his first anger was past.
“I’ve been thinking it over, Margey,” he said quietly. “We must make the best of it. I beg your pardon for—for the way I went on, for the things I said. It—it’ll be all right, won’t it?”
She smiled back at him gladly.
“Yes, Phil, it will be all right if we stick together, dear. And we will, won’t we?”
“Always, Margey.”
“And—and what you said, Phil, about Mr. North wasn’t——”
“We’ll leave him out of it, if you please, Margey,” he said coldly.
Margaret sighed.