"And thank them for all their good wishes, and we both wish them the same.

And we're always going to be together, like old times, the four of us.

And tell them they're invited down to 507 Pine Street next Sunday for Sunday dinner .-- And, Mary, if you want to come Saturday night you can sleep in the spare bedroom." "You've told'm yourself, better'n I could." Billy clapped his hands.
"You did yourself proud, an' I guess they ain't much to add to it, but just the same I'm goin' to pass them a hot one." He stood up, his hand on his glass.

His clear blue eyes under the dark brows and framed by the dark lashes, seemed a deeper blue, and accentuated the blondness of hair and skin.

The smooth cheeks were rosy--not with wine, for it was only his second glass--but with health and joy.