You good boy, to actually tell her I liked
having my first name used! He never would do it, you know, Joy,
dear. Phyllis and Allan--where are those two? I have their motor,
commandeered it to come down in. Mine had the fender bitten off by
the village trolley last night. Oh--they're putting in the children."
Joy had scarcely time to answer, but she let her mother-in-law sweep
her along, and install her in the motor between herself and John,
who was holding Angela because Angela insisted.
As they sped down the country lanes Joy sat very still, trying to
forget that this happy time would ever stop. Giving up John was bad
enough--maybe he would be friends with her afterwards if she was
lucky--but giving up John's mother seemed almost too much to ask of
any girl.
"I'm _sure_ I'll never happen on a mother-in-law like this
again!" thought Joy.
"How's Gail, Mother?" she heard John ask quite calmly as they turned
down another leafy lane.
She flushed up, deep rose-red, as she listened for the answer.
"Just back from the city, and more rambunctious than ever," said
Mrs. Hewitt briskly.
Joy clasped her hands over the wishing ring and looked
off--anywhere--not to look at John or his mother. And in her anxiety
she heard a husky whisper from the seat behind her, where Viola was
restraining Philip and Foxy from jumping out into the landscape.
"Don't you fear, honey. Mighty hard work getting a man away from a
red-haired girl!"
Where her courage came from Joy did not know.
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