At the door he paused, looking back at her.
"Look here, kiddie, I wasn't fair about that thing last night," he
said. "I've been thinking it over. I haven't a right in the world to
ask you to keep out of something that would give you pleasure. Go on
and play all the parts there are in it if you like. I'll be in it
myself, in the 'nice part' Rutherford is so considerately saving up
for me--" he grinned--"and----"
"And if you see me being swept off my feet you can wave your
handkerchief, or something," ended Joy for him, and they both
laughed. And so peace was restored, and Joy went on about her
morning duties with a happy heart. It seemed to her, as she thought
of him while she worked, that he had been unwontedly tender of her
as he bade her good-by. She could not think why. At any rate she was
very happy, and she sang as she sat at the living-room desk, after
her morning inspection of the ice-box, writing out the list for the
marketing, and the menus for that day's luncheon and dinner.
The maids took a deep interest in her, and if instant obedience and
willing service meant anything, approved of her. This was the day
when she was going to have to get the dinner all herself, and she
was looking forward to it with pleasure. She had never been left to
herself to do anything at home, because Grandmother and old
Elizabeth had seen her toddle into the kitchen and "want to help"
when she was four, and they therefore honestly thought she was four
still where judgment was concerned.
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