I turned to leave.
"George!"
"Yes, dad!"
"You will be on hand this week-end. I want you at home. I need you to keep things going. No skipping off to sporting gatherings or athletic conventions. I wish you to meet your future sister."
"Well,—I had not thought of that, dad. Big Jim Darrol, Tom Tanner and I have entered for a number of events at the Gartnockan Games on Saturday. I am also on the lists as a competitor for the Northern Counties Golf Championship on Monday."
My father looked up at me in a strange way.
"However," I went on quickly, "much as I dislike the rush, the gush and the clatter of house parties, I shall be on hand."
"Good! I knew you would, my boy," replied my father quietly. "Where away now, lad?"
"Oh! down to the village to tell Jim and Tom not to count on me for their week-end jaunt."