The brunette looked across the table into the trembling face of the fair one. The dark eyes were now tranquil, whatever the storm within. A faint smile suffused her face with mantling blushes.
Lucy pulled the boy's arms from around her father's neck and slipped her own softer, slender ones there. She kissed him, and laid her brown curls on his breast. Her little hands patted his broad shoulder, and she murmured:
"Papa, dear, I love you!"
Kate attempted to rise, bit her lip, and fairly hissed in Gordon's ear:
"End this scene! Find another table!"
Gordon drew Lucy's arm from his neck and whispered:
"They are all filled, my dear."
The blue eyes blazed with fury as she cried under her breath:
"Get up and let me out!"
Gordon gently drew the children's arms away, placed them back in their seats, rose, still blushing, and accompanied Kate back into their car.
At first the boy was too astonished to speak or protest. When he found his voice he whispered in wonder:
"Mama, who is she?"
Ruth placed a finger on her trembling lips and shook her head.
"Will she let him come back?" he asked, anxiously.
