He
had a very good time, apparently, for he grieved to Viola all the
way home over Angela's missing such a pleasant afternoon. When he
returned he flung himself on Allan.
"Oh, Father, _please_ let Angela go, too, next time I go
'pologizing!" he implored. "There were such nice little cakes--just
the kind Mother lets her eat!"
Allan shook his head despairingly.
"Please remove him, Viola," he said. "I want to think."
Not only he, but Phyllis and John, had spent a day thinking. No one
had, as yet, reached any conclusion at all.
"It's all very well for you to be carefree," he said now to John,
who was laughing like the others. "It isn't up to you to see that
the young idea shoots straight."
John's face remained quite cheerful.
"Well, you see, I have Joy's manners and morals to look after," he
said, glancing across at her in a friendly way. "That's enough for
one man."
Joy curled on the warm grass, laughed lazily. She was too pleasantly
tired from tennis to answer. She only curled her feet under her and
burrowed into the grass a little more, like a happy kitten.
It didn't seem as if anything ever need interrupt her happiness. And
as Phyllis had had the happy thought of ordering luncheon brought
out to where they were, there seemed no reason why they should ever
move. There was a feeling of unchangingness about the wonderfully
holding summer weather, and the general lazy routine, that was as
delightful as it was illusive.
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