Eve awoke; the dream was broken; she started to her feet.
“Dear, I must be getting back.”
“Oh, no, no!”
“Yes, really.”
Lynette seized her hands.
“You shan’t go. And, listen, there’s daddy!”
Eve heard a deep voice singing in a soft monotone, the voice of one who hardly knew what he was singing.
She stood rigid, face averted, Lynette still holding her hands and looking up intently into her face.
“Miss Eve, aren’t you glad to see daddy?”
“Why, yes.”