“How about all eating together?” Stella asked.
“In a minute,” Joe told her. It was still all unbelievable. He squeezed into a telephone-booth. How could you be tops when you didn’t know what it had all been about? He dialed a number.
“How was it, Mother?”
“Joe!” That was all Kate Carlin could say for a moment.
“Did you like it?”
“It was splendid. Dad wants to speak to you.”
Tom Carlin said gruffly: “Until to-night, Joe, I thought you were making a mistake.”
Joe knew the end of doubt. Then it had been good! Glowing, he pushed back the door. Little Ambrose Carver waited for him ten feet from the booth.
“Congratulations, Joe.”
“Thanks, Amby.” He hadn’t expected this. The glow deepened.