Wally stayed for lunch, looking sheepish at first for having been caught dancing with Helen.

But he soon recovered and became his charming self.
Miss Cordelia and Miss Patty always made him particularly welcome, listening with approval to his chatter of Boston society, and feeling themselves refreshed as at some Hebian spring at hearing the broad a's and the brilliant names he uttered.
"If I were you, Helen," said Mary when lunch was over, "I think I'd go on teaching Wally that dance." Which may have shown that it rankled a little, even if she were unconscious that it did.

"I have some papers that I want to look over and I don't feel very trippy this afternoon." She went to Josiah's old study, but had hardly untied the papers when she heard the knock of penitence on the door.
"Come in!" she smiled.
The door opened and in came Master Wally, looking ready to weep.
"Wally! Don't!" she laughed.

"You'll give yourself the blues!" "Not when I hear you laugh like that.

I know I'm forgiven." He drew a chair to the fire and sat down with an air of luxury.