"How lovely. Have you told her?"
"No—I thought it would be a grand surprise."
"Tell her now, dear General. She needs to look forward."
So the General, who had been kept in the house nearly all winter by his rheumatism, spoke of certain baths in Germany.
"I thought I'd go over and try them," he informed his small daughter, on the day after his talk with Mary, "and you could stop and call on Barry."
"Barry!" She made a little rush toward him. "Dad, Dad, do you mean it?"
"Yes."
She tucked her head into his shoulder and cried for happiness. "Dad, I've missed him so."
With this hope held out to her, Little-Lovely Leila grew radiant. Once more her feet danced along the halls, and the music of her voice trilled bird-like in the big rooms.
Delilah, discussing it with her artist, said: "Leila makes me believe in Romance with a big R. But I couldn't love like that."