He could not know that Joe Ellison, emotionally elated and with a hungry, self-denying affection that reached out toward them all, was seeing his daughter as just such a girl as one of these--simple, wholesome, well-brought-up.

He could not know that Joe, in a way, perceived his daughter in every nice young woman he saw.
Toward evening of the seventh day of her visit, Miss Sherwood returned.
Larry was on the piazza when the car bearing her swept into the white-graveled curve of the drive.

The car was a handsome, powerful roadster.

Larry had started out to be of such assistance as he could, when the figure at the wheel, a man, sprang from the car and helped Miss Sherwood alight.

Larry saw that the man was Hunt--such a different Hunt!--and he had begun a quick retreat when Hunt's voice called after him: "You there--wait a minute! I want a little chin-chin with you." Larry halted.