George, with his eyes on the peacock, smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
Randy smiled and his eyes, too, were on the peacock. He was thinking that there were certain points of resemblance between the gorgeous bird
and Dalton. They glimmered in the sunlight and strutted a bit——
He came back to say easily, "Has Becky told you of our happiness——"
George gave him a startled glance. "Happiness?"
"We are to be married when she comes back—at Christmas."
"Married——"
"Yes," coolly, "it was rather to be expected, you know. We played together as children—our fathers played together—our grandfathers—our great-grandfathers."
A cold wave seemed to sweep over George. So this young cub would have her beauty!
"Aren't you rather young——?" he demanded, "and what have you to give her?"