Part 9 (1/2)

”But even nineteen,” he explained, ”isn't particularly aged to an elderly gentleman of thirty-four.”

”As old as that?” queried Joy.

She looked at _him_ again in the light of new information, but she shelved it for the time, and went on with her defense.

”Well, that afternoon, when things were perfectly down to the very flattest bottom--'and not a ray of hope to gild the gloom'--you came. And things brightened up. You know you told me that if I hoped along, things I wanted would come?”

”I do know it!” said John with a fervor she did not understand.

”Well, they did!” she announced, looking at him radiantly, and pausing a little so he would have time to realize it.

John Hewitt's patients had always told him that just his coming in made them better, and he had simply accepted the faculty as useful in his work. But he had never thought that his personality could affect a perfectly well person. At Joy's tribute, unconsciously given, his pulse quickened a little. Had he really had this much power for happiness over the child?...

”Almost right away they brought me to this lovely place,” she went on happily, ”and almost right after that I met the Harringtons. It's all seemed to me because of your wis.h.i.+ng ring.”

”What wis.h.i.+ng ring?” he asked, smiling indulgently at her, as one does at a child's fancies.

”Don't you remember?” she asked a little forlornly. ”Well--you have such lots of things to remember! You said, 'Just keep on believing things will come right, don't lose heart, and they will.' I said, 'Like a wis.h.i.+ng ring?' and you said, 'Yes.' I've felt as if I wore one--played I did, I suppose you'd say. I--I suppose I really am not being grown-up very well, after all.... Well, after I knew Phyllis the best thing of all happened. She asked me to come stay with her, and have roses and a moon, and children all day long. But Grandfather always said I couldn't go under any circ.u.mstances but being engaged.... And I was so wild to go--it just slipped out--truly it did! And then--the G.o.ds overtook me!”

She clasped her hands in her lap, and looked up at him--she had sunk to the ground when he did, and was also sitting on a leaf-heap. She tilted her head back against the big tree, and awaited her sentence.

John felt for the moment exactly the mingled pleasure and embarra.s.sment that a man does who has been adopted by an unusually nice dog. It is a compliment, but one doesn't know exactly what to do with the animal. Joy sat and looked at him with what seemed to him to be a perfect trust that he would be good to her. As a matter of fact, Joy was merely pleased because he was there and not angry at her. She did hope a little that he would offer to do the explaining that they weren't engaged to Grandfather. But she was quite unprepared for what he said next, after a little silence.

”You're a brave little thing,” he told her gently. ”You shan't miss your roses and your moons on my account.... I'll tell you what we'll do, Joy. We'll stay engaged till we're out of sight of land.”

She looked at him with parted lips.

”What--what do you mean?”

”You shall go to Phyllis' just the same, child. We won't even tell the Harringtons that it isn't true till we're on the train for Wallraven.”

Joy stared at him, incredulous still. She could not speak for a moment.

”Oh!” she said then. ”Oh--why, you're the kindest man I ever knew.

But then, I _knew_ you were! Thank you ever so much ... but--are you sure you don't mind at all?”

”Quite sure,” he told her.

”Well--_thank_ you!” said Joy fervently. ”And oh, if I ever get the chance, I promise I'll do something for you you want. Just think of what you're giving me--a whole month of being just as happy as I like! We can go back to the bungalows now. I don't mind being congratulated one bit after this--do you?”

”N-no,” said John a little dubiously. Then he laughed. ”There's one thing you've forgotten. There's always a ring when people are engaged, even for four days.”

Joy said nothing to this. She watched him while he slipped a curious, chased dull gold band with a diamond sunk in it, from his little finger. ”It isn't a conventional solitaire sitting up on stilts, but it will do, won't it?” he asked.

She held her little slim hand out for it, her face sparkling. His were the long, slender, square-tipped fingers of the typical ”surgeon's hand,” smooth and strong. But Joy's hands were little for her build, which was not large, and the ring slid down her engagement finger till she had to anchor it with a little gold band from the other hand, pushed down over it.

”I'll take very good care of it, and polish it before I give it back to you,” she a.s.sured him.

He answered her on a sudden boyish impulse.

”I don't want you to give it back to me. You're to keep it.... It can be your wis.h.i.+ng ring that you said I brought you, Joy.”