“Doesn’t look as if he required any telling,––but go on, fire away!”
“Well!” she commenced, nodding her head and putting out her lips, “some day––Phil and I––we two––both of us–––”
“Yes! Yes! Go on!” hurried Jim in mock excitement.
She sighed and sat back.
“That’s all! Just that, Jim!”
“Did you get it?” asked Phil, laughing.
Jim nodded quietly for a moment, then he bent over, with an expression of almost motherly softness in his big, rugged face. He got Eileen’s hand in his left hand and Phil’s in his right.
“The best of God’s good luck!” he said quietly.
He looked at his watch. “I have an appointment at three o’clock.