"Well—didn't George take a big gamble when he waylaid Parkins? He might have been shot, you know."
"Oh, my darling George, come here and let me kiss you!" she demanded. "Wasn't he brave, Mr. Updyke?"
"All gamblers are brave as long as——"
"Now you stop teasing me, sir—make him stop George!" she urged, her face wreathed in smiles. "Just give me a name for our home—and be quick about it."
"Parkins' Waterloo," replied Updyke, his eyes filled with the Old Nick.
"Now George, you come forward and make this man behave," she demanded—"or shall I pull his hair?"
Then remembering something she had forgotten Winifred exclaimed—
"Tell me about Mary—who is she?"
"My right hand man," replied Updyke soberly.