It
had taken less than six months from the time he first stood, before
he could walk easily, and another six before he could go back to
horseback--tennis and swimming had been later still. It seemed
sometimes to them both as if it had all been a dream, so active and
untiring he was now.
"Heaven _has_ been good to us," she said irrelevantly, but
earnestly, looking up at him.
"Heaven's been good to me, I know," Allan said tenderly. "I have the
best and sweetest girl in the world to spend my life with me..."
"John would disagree with you," said Phyllis, smiling up at him
nevertheless, and flushing. "Allan, did it strike you that John
would have been just as well pleased if Joy _hadn't_ broken the
news to Grandfather right then?"
"Johnny's like Talleyrand; you'd never know it from his expression
if some one kicked him from behind.... Not that I'd like to be the
kicker."
"So if he looked surprised, which he certainly did," pursued Phyllis
decisively, "he was _quite_ surprised, not to say upset."
"Oh, not as bad as all that," said Allan, who was not given to
analysis. "I say, Phyllis, we really ought to go off and see if the
children aren't dying under a tree somewhere."
"They are not," said the children's mother firmly. "You know Angela
is much more under Philip's thumb than she is yours or mine or
Viola's, and he's a martinet where she's concerned. She'll never get
more than her legal two marshmallows, and a boxful won't hurt
_him_.
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