It saves them so much trouble." The next day Patty fluttered off like a brilliant butterfly, and Gabriella began to suffer acute homesickness for the house in Twenty-third Street and her children.

Not once during her stay in Paris did the thought of O'Hara enter her mind; and so completely had she ceased to worry about his friendship for Archibald that it was almost a shock to her when, after landing one September afternoon, she drove up to the gate and found the man and the boy standing together beside a flourishing border of red geraniums, which appeared almost to cover the yard.
"Oh, look, Ben, there's mother!" cried Archibald; and turning quickly, the two came to meet her.
"My darling, I thought you were still in the country," said Gabriella, kissing her son.
"We've been here almost a week..

The place closed, so we decided to come back to town.

It's much nicer here," replied Archibald eagerly.

He looked sunburned and vigorous, and it seemed to Gabriella that he had grown prodigiously in six weeks.
"Why, you look so much taller, Archibald!" she exclaimed, laughing with happiness, "or, perhaps, I've been thinking of you as a little boy." Then, while her manner grew formal, she held out her hand to O'Hara.
"How do you do, Mr.O'Hara ?" He was standing bareheaded in the faint sunshine, and while her eyes rested on his dark red hair, still moist and burnished from brushing, his tanned and glowing face, and on the tiny flecks of black in the clear gray of his eyes, she was startled by a sensation of strangeness and unreality as if she were looking into his face for the first time.
"Oh, we're well.