Phyllis rose to her feet to greet them, with an air of gracious
courtesy which the infant swinging beside her scarcely impaired at all.
"We have brought our little girl over, my dear Mrs. Harrington, to
tell you that we have reconsidered our decision," Mr. Havenith
stated, sweeping his broad Panama from his wonderful white hair.
"The information Joy has brought us--"
He was interrupted by the appearance round the corner of the cottage
of two men. One was Allan Harrington. The other--
"Here's Johnny, Phyllis," Allan called joyously. "His old epidemic's
all over, everybody either killed or cured. He was actually on the
right train, the one he said he'd take."
Joy's heart turned over. This was a doubly dreadful thing she had
brought on herself.
It was the Wishing-Ring Man!
CHAPTER FOUR
THE RESCUE OF THE PRINCESS
For one awful moment nobody spoke. John Hewitt, having no key to the
situation, was quite unembarrassed. So was Angela, who wriggled
herself to earth with a rapturous shriek of "Johnny! Johnny!
Cakies!"
Hewitt gathered up Angela, and, followed by his host, came up the steps,
to where Phyllis stood, tall and gracious, with Joy clinging to her.
"Why, it's little Joy!" he said surprisedly, smiling at her as he
took Phyllis' hand. "Where did you find her, Phyllis?"
Joy clung closer to Phyllis, waiting for the storm to break, for Mr.
Havenith was stepping forward now, holding a courteous, if dazed,
hand to the man his granddaughter had elected as her fiance.
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