“Assuredly!”
Phil laughed, and the laugh rang in his own natural tone.
Eileen Pederstone stopped. Her brows wrinkled as if some little chord of memory had suddenly been struck.
Phil also dropped back into an awkward silence.
A noise outside roused both of them, and Royce Pederstone crossed the yard, followed by Hanson. The latter refused to come inside when he knew Miss Pederstone was there.
“Better run home, Eilie,––out the front way!”
“Is he all right, daddy?”
“Yes,––back to normal.”
“Oh, I’m so glad. You won’t be long?”