“Well?” said Mr. Corey amused, at the glowing color in her face.
“Mrs. Corey?” Jeannette faltered.
“She’s in Germany and a very sick woman. It’s rheumatism, you know, and she’s been crippled a long time. I doubt anyhow if she’d care.”
Somewhere up above like pigeons fluttering forth from heaven’s dome came happiness winging down upon the girl.
“Oh, yes,—if you’ll have me,—indeed I’ll come back.... I’ll be there Monday morning! ... Oh, it will bewonderful!”
END OF BOOK II