or a few days Carmella curbed her desire to rush again to Dixon. By the end of the week, however, she could wait no longer. What if he should leave, and wander out to find another job? What if he had not taken her seriously? He had! He had! But . . .
She found him dressed and sitting on a piazza.
“Hello, Kid Kate!” he exclaimed, so warmly that her fears fled. They chatted a moment before she asked:
“How soon can you leave the hospital?”
“In a few days, they say. Then I’m coming over to see your dad.”
“I’m sorry he wouldn’t come here. But he simply would not.”
“Very wise of him. He knows better than to talk business with a sick man. I like him better for waiting.”
Carmella looked at him in surprise. Her own theory was that any idea that seemed good should be put through instantly—the more instantly the better. Per-
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