And you can go to thunder!" And Kenny, with a gasping gurgle in his receiver ear, smiled sweetly into the telephone and hung up with Whitaker roaring his name.

He was amazed, delighted and triumphant, uppermost in his mind the thought of Joan's peace of mind.

No further need to worry over Donald.
He kissed his finger-tips to Ann who appeared in the doorway.
"Your ward," she said, "is toasting her toes by the sitting-room fire.
Kenny, she's a dear!" "As sweet," said Kenny proudly, "as an Irish smile!".