"I was.... They're good children—good children—like my own.... If you will excuse me, I will go and telegraph my wife.... It will be a happiness to her—a great happiness."
Jack thrust a glass into his hand. "What's this?" demanded his father.
"We are to drink health to them, dad."
Mr. Rivett inspected his glass, hesitated, while all waited; then, lifting it:
"'Health, happiness, prosperity to them.'"
"They're good children," he said. "Health, happiness, prosperity to them—and—to the house of Edgerton, Tennant and Company! ... Break your glasses!"
THE END
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Works of Robert W. Chambers