Come along." He seized Keith by the hand and started toward the door.
"You are not going to take Mr.Keith up-stairs!" exclaimed his wife.
"Remember, Mr.Keith may not share your enthusiasm." "Wait until he sees the apology.

Come along, Keith." He drew Keith toward the door.
"But, Norman, I don't think--" began Mrs.Wentworth.What she did not think was lost to the two men; for Norman, not heeding her, had, with the eagerness of a boy, dragged his visitor out of the door and started up the stairs, telling him volubly of the treat that was in store for him in the perfections of a certain small young gentleman who had been responsible for his tardiness in appearing below.
When Norman threw back a silken portiere up-stairs and flung open a door, the scene that greeted Keith was one that made him agree that Norman was fully justified.

A yellow-haired boy was rolling on the floor, kicking up his little pink legs in all the abandon of his years, while a blue-eyed little girl was sitting in a nurse's lap, making strenuous efforts to join her brother on the floor.
At sight of his father, the boy, with a whoop, scrambled to his feet, and, with outstretched arms and open mouth, showing all his little white teeth, made a rush for him, while the young lady suddenly changed her efforts to descend, and began to jump up and down in a frantic ecstasy of delight.
Norman gathered the boy up, and as soon as he could disentwine his little arms from about his neck, turned him toward Keith.

The child gave the stranger one of those calm, scrutinizing looks that children give, and then, his face suddenly breaking into a smile, with a rippling laugh of good-comradeship, he sprang into Keith's outstretched arms.

That gentleman's necktie was in danger of undergoing the same damaging process that had incurred Mrs.Norman's criticism, when the youngster discovered that lady herself, standing at the door.