Just you and I!" "Well, not quite," he answered, slowly; and as he saw his daughter sink back with a pucker of disappointment on her forehead, he knocked the ash off his cigar and in his turn leaned forward over the table.
"Sylvia, I want to talk to you seriously," he said, and glanced around to make sure that no one overheard him.

"I should very much like one person to come and stay with us." Sylvia made no answer.

Her face was grave and very still, her eyes dwelt quietly upon him and betrayed nothing of what she thought.
"You have guessed who the one person is ?" Again Sylvia did not answer.
"Yes.

It is Wallie Hine," he continued.
Her suspicions were stirring again from their sleep.

She waited in fear upon his words.