"Come, let's go in."
He was about to explain that a very good-sized pool could be drained for
the price of the ring, but fortunately thought better of it, and was
bitterly glad, now, that he had thrown it away.
In the house they talked of other things, but the thrust still lingered
in his consciousness, unforgotten.
"How's your father?" inquired Isabel, in a conversational pause, as she
could think of nothing else to say.
"All right, I guess. Why?"
"I haven't seen him lately. He hasn't been over since the day he called
on me."
"Guess I haven't thought to ask him to come along. Dad is possessed just
at present by a very foolish idea. They've told you, haven't they?"
"No. Told me what?"
"Why, that after we're carried, he's to come over here to live with Aunt
Francesca and Rose, and give us the house to ourselves."
"I hadn't heard," she replied, indifferently.
"I don't know when I've felt so badly about anything," Allison resumed.
"We've always been together and we've been more like two chums than
father and son. It's like taking my best friend away from me, but I know
he'll come back to us, if you ask him to.
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