for it seemed that we had been talking about the future and such things no more than a minute, when Dad came sauntering by with Lady Brighthelmston.
They both looked at us as if they expected to hear something "extra special," as the newsboys say; and I gave a glance at Brown, or Jack, or whatever I ought to call him, which said, "If you dare!"
Having been forgiven once, I suppose he thought it would be wiser not to tempt Providence, so he held his peace, and we all talked about the weather and what a nice garden-party it was.
That is the reason why I still have the thing in my own hands. If I read this over, as I am now going to do, and disapprove of myself, it is not too late to change my mind.
P.S. I have read it. And I have thought things over.
Molly Randolph, if you hadn't forgiven Brown, you would have been a detestable little wretch, and you would never have forgiven yourself, for he is the best ever—except Dad.
It will be delicious to let myself love him as much as ever I like, at last—my Lightning Conductor!
THE END
