"
Phyllis had been rather unusually her mother-in-law's
choice--indeed, the late Mrs. Harrington had done a good deal more
in the business than she had any right to, and only Phyllis' own
sweetness and common sense and the fact that Allan and Phyllis fell
in love after their marriage had justified what old Mrs. Harrington
did in the case. And when it did turn out properly she was not there
to see, having died as soon as she had gotten her son (who was then,
as every one thought, hopelessly paralyzed) safely married.
Phyllis broke off to say swiftly, under her breath, "I'll be even with
you for that, Allan Harrington!" and went on trying to console the
Haveniths; for poor Mr. Havenith sat, dignified and forlorn, trying
to look perfectly omniscient and satisfied and not succeeding a bit.
After repeated assurances the Haveniths seemed a little happier, and
went back to their bungalow to dress for dinner. The Harringtons
sank back in their chairs with a sigh of relief apiece.
"I don't care if Philip eats every marshmallow on earth, I'm not
going to stir till I've talked it over with you, Allan," said his
wife determinedly.
She looked so pretty as she said it that Allan rose from his chair,
tipped her chin back and kissed her.
"So she should gossip if she wanted to," he told her teasingly,
dropping back into his own chair before she could object, if she had
wanted to. "Go on, my dearest; say all the things you wouldn't say
before the Haveniths.
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