“He is indeed! Very much about. Here comes Coley Coe.”
“Who’s he?”
And then, at Elsie’s introduction, the two men shook hands.
“I’ve hunted for you long enough,”—said Coe,—“I’m right down glad to see you!”
“And I’m glad to see any one who was instrumental in bringing about my rescue!”
“Miss Powell did that,” Coe said; “she cleverly corralled a milkman and made him serve her ends!”
“But Coley did lots,—oh, lots!” Elsie cried, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. “You’ll adore him after you know him better, Kim! I do!”
Webb smiled happily at his lovely fiancée, and said, “I see I must marry you out of hand, to be sure of you! When can we pick up our broken threads?”
“Pretty soon,” Elsie promised him. “There’s no special hurry for a day or two,” she added, “for it’s just too late to get the fortune,—and that must go to Joe.”
“Never mind,” Webb reiterated. “But I won’t wait very long for you, I can tell you that!”