His sympathy was comforting. Everybody leaned on Jane. It was delightful to shift her burdens to this strong man who gave his commands like a king.
“Yes, I am tired. And if the babies will be all right——”
“Good. Now run in and see Miss Martin, and I think you’ll be satisfied.”
Jane found Junior rapturous over a Noah’s Ark, with all the animals clothed in fur and hair, and the birds in feathers, and small Julia cuddled against the nurse’s white breast, bright-eyed with interest over the Three Kittens.
“They’ll be all right, Miss Barnes,” Miss Martin said, smiling.
Jane sighed with relief. “It will seem good to play for a bit.”
“You see how I get my way,” Frederick said, as he helped her into the big hired limousine. “I always get it.”
“It is rather heavenly at the moment,” Jane admitted, “but you needn’t think that it establishes a precedent.”
“Wouldn’t it be always—heavenly?”
“I’m not sure. You have the makings of a—Turk.”