I have to go home; father's alone, you know." "Oh, I'm awfully sorry," said Mr.Spillikins; "we shan't have any more tennis." "Goodbye," said Norah, and as she said it and put out her hand there were tears brimming up into her eyes.

But Mr.Spillikins, being short of sight, didn't see them.
"Goodbye," he said.
Then as the motor carried her away he stood for a moment in a sort of reverie.

Perhaps certain things that might have been rose unformed and inarticulate before his mind.

And then, a voice called from the drawing-room within, in a measured and assured tone, "Peter, darling, where are you ?" "Coming," cried Mr.Spillikins, and he came.
* * * * * On the second day of the engagement Mrs.Everleigh showed to Peter a little photograph in a brooch.
"This is Gib, my second little boy," she said.
Mr.Spillikins started to say, "I didn't know--" and then checked himself and said, "By Gad! what a fine-looking little chap, eh?
I'm awfully fond of boys." "Dear little fellow, isn't he ?" said Mrs.Everleigh.

"He's really rather taller than that now, because this picture was taken a little while ago." And the next day she said, "This is Willie, my third boy," and on the day after that she said, "This is Sib, my youngest boy; I'm sure you'll love him." "I'm sure I shall," said Mr.Spillikins.He loved him already for being the youngest.
* * * * * And so in the fulness of time--nor was it so very full either, in fact, only about five weeks--Peter Spillikins and Mrs.Everleigh were married in St.Asaph's Church on Plutoria Avenue.