CHAPTER VI.
THE DINNER.
Colina did not see her father until he came home from the store for dinner.

She was already dressed and engaged in arranging the table.
John Gaviller's eyes gleamed approvingly at the sight of her in her finery.

Black silk became Colina's blond beauty admirably.

Manlike, he arrogated the extra preparations to himself.

He thought it was a kind of peace offering from Colina.
"Well!" he began jocularly, only to check himself at the sight of three places set at the table.