"There isn't a flaw in the will, they say. You can imagine that Pine Hills is talking!"
"Well," said Parker philosophically, "he's lucky. I hope he does something with it."
"He will," replied Betty, with conviction. "He'll do a great many things!"
arker told her of his interview with Cartwright, but she seemed little interested. He did not try to work that day but, after he had put the offending drawings and manuscript out of sight, he wandered, read, smoked, and in the evening persuaded Betty to take a moonlight walk with him.
They passed the house of Dr. von Stein, from which came a faint humming that sounded like a dynamo. Across the street the church was alight for some service. Triumphant music drifted to them. The moon hung above the spire, with its cross outlined darkly against the brilliant sky. The windows were great jewels. Betty drew a deep breath.
"Sometimes, Allen," she said, "I feel like praying!"
"You are a beautiful prayer," whispered Parker.
She walked close to him, holding his arm, and repeated softly: