I see. Miss Alice, so I guess I'm to take it you haven't been worrying over your daddy. The young feller's getting along all right, is he?"
"He's much better; he's sitting up, Mr. Lamb. Won't you come in?"
"Well, I don't know but I might." He turned to call toward twin disks of Light at the curb, "Be out in a minute, Billy"; and the silhouette of a chauffeur standing beside a car could be seen to salute in response, as the old gentleman stepped into the hall. "You don't suppose your daddy's receiving callers yet, is he?"
"He's a good deal stronger than he was when you were here last week, but I'm afraid he's not very presentable, though."
"'Presentable?'" The old man echoed her jovially. "Pshaw! I've seen lots of sick folks. I know what they look like and how they love to kind of nest in among a pile of old blankets and wrappers. Don't you worry about that, Miss Alice, if you think he'd like to see me."
"Of course he would—if—"Alice hesitated; then said quickly, "Of course he'd love to see you and he's quite able to, if you care to come up."
She ran up the stairs ahead of him, and had time to
