"Dear Mrs. Larry," ran the letter—"It certainly was good of you to write me so kindly after I rushed out of town without so much as telephoning, but, manlike, I left a lot of things till the very last minute. And it was jolly to hear of the adventure in thrift which you and Claire are sharing. You know the sort of girl she is, too modest to let even the man who loves her know how thorough and earnest she is. She hasn't written me a word about it, and perhaps she won't, so if you have time to drop me an occasional line about your jaunts, I sure would enjoy it. And when you've done all the stunts, perhaps I might come on and blow you both to a dinner, reward of virtue and all that sort of thing. That is, if you think it wise for me to come.
"My regards to old Larry and chuck both the kiddies under the chin for their adopted Uncle Jimmy.
"P. S.—Don't let Claire overdo the thing. Remember I am trusting you with the biggest thing in my life."
Mrs. Larry raised shining eyes to her husband's face.
