he were afraid they might go out again—and caught her skirt in it, at which they all laughed. He pushed every chair in the room toward the fire, as if they were capable of sitting in more than one apiece.
"This is glorious!" he cried. "I can hardly believe it! I never dreamed of it. You must stay to supper. No, I'm not my own cook; I'd starve if I were. There's a Cornish char here somewhere. I'll tell her."
He rushed off, and they heard him giving excited and confused directions in the kitchen. Then he rushed back.
"I'm going to send the car away. It's only a mile to the inn. I'll walk back with you after supper. You're angels from heaven, both of you. There's only fish and eggs and cheese. Can you bear that?"
Judy saw a new Chip—a happy, hopeful one. Excitement and wholly unexpected pleasure gave him confidence. He asked a hundred questions. He made Judy take off her hat and coat and carried them away into his room. He replenished the fire and hurled into it some papers that had been lying on the table.
"I was trying to write a letter," he explained. Judy thought she saw her name on a blackening
