"And be sensible and listen to
me! We're to be married to-morrow morning--"
"Why to-morrow?" Roger asked.
"Because," she said decidedly, "there has been enough fuss over this
affair. So we'll just be married and have it done. And when Edith and the
children go up next week to the mountains, we want to move right into this
house."
"This house?" exclaimed her father.
"I know--it's sold," she answered. "But we're going to get a lease. We'll
see the new owner and talk him around."
"Then you'll have to talk _your father_ around--"
"_You_ around?" And Deborah stared. "You mean to say you're not going to
sell?"
"I do," said Roger blithely. He told them the story of John's new scheme.
"And if things turn out in the office as I hope they will," he ended,
"we'll clear the mortgage on the house and then make it your wedding
gift--from the new firm to the new family."
Deborah choked a little:
"Allan! What do you think of us now?"
"I think," he answered, in a drawl, "that we'd better try to persuade the
new firm to live with the new family."
"We will, and the sooner the better!" she said.
"I'm going up to the mountains," said Roger.
"Yes, but you're coming back in the fall, and when you do you're coming
here! And you're going to live here years and years!"
"You're forgetting my doctor."
"Not at all. I had a long talk with him Sunday and I know just what I'm
saying.
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