"Here, my dear son," he said politely. "You deserve them for saying
that. 'Them's our sentiments,' too, only we hadn't quite decided how
to put it. Now go off and die happily, and only give Angela two."
Philip returned thanks automatically, clutched the box and fled
before any one should interfere to revoke this wonderful gift from
Heaven. Angela wriggled her small, blue-overalled body down and went
in passionate pursuit.
"Now, you mustn't worry about it," Phyllis said to Mrs. Havenith,
rising with one of her swift, graceful movements and putting both
arms about the disconsolate old lady. "John Hewitt is one of the
best men I ever knew. He's a rock of defense. Indeed, you may trust
him with Joy. Allan has known him since they were in college
together, and he has been our closest friend since our marriage.
He's--why, he's nearly as nice as Allan, and that's saying all I
_can_ say. Isn't he, Allan?"
"As nice as I am?" said Allan, laughing and coming nearer to them.
"That would be difficult, you know, Phyllis! But, seriously, Mrs.
Havenith," he went on more gravely, "you can trust Hewitt to make
Joy very happy. He's one of the best fellows I ever knew. And he is
amply able to take care of Joy, if that is worrying you."
"He's perfectly adorable to his mother, too," Phyllis interposed;
"and she's that marvelous thing, a mother who wishes her son would
marry. You don't know what a lot there is in that!"
"True," said Allan teasingly, in a tone too low for any one but his
wife to hear; "it can't be carried too far, as I have reason to know.
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