Big Game - A Story for Girls - Page 19/145

"Will daddy die before me?"

"Probably he will."

"May I have his penknife when he's dead?"

"I think it's about time to cut up that lovely new cake!" cried Margot,

saving the situation with admirable promptitude. "We bought it for you

this afternoon, and it tastes of chocolate, and all sorts of good

things."

The bait was successful, and a silence followed, eloquent of intense

enjoyment; then the table was cleared and various games were played, in

the midst of which Jack's whistle sounded from without, and his wife and

sons rushed to meet him. They looked a typical family group as they re-

entered the room, Edith happily hanging on to his arm, the boys prancing

round his feet, and the onlooker felt a little pang of loneliness at the

sight.

John Martin was a tall, well-made man, with a clean-shaven face and

deep-set grey eyes. He was pale and lined, and a nervous twitching of

the eyelids testified to the strain through which he had passed, but it

was a strong face and a pleasant face, and, when he looked at his wife,

a face of indescribable tenderness. At the moment he was smiling, for

it was always a pleasure to see his pretty sister-in-law, and to-night

Edith's anxious looks had departed, and she skipped by his side as eager

and excited as the boys themselves.

"Dad, dad, has there been any more 'splosions?"

"Hasn't there been no fearful doings on in the world, daddy?"

"Jack! Jack! I've got a new tonic. It has done me such a lot of

good!"

Jack turned from one to the other.

"No, boys, no,--no more accidents to-day! What is it, darling? You

look radiant. What is the joke?"

"Look out of the window for a minute! Margot, you talk to him, and

don't let him look round."

Edith pinned on the new hat before the mirror, carefully adjusting the

angles, and pulling out her cloudy hair to fill in the necessary spaces.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled; it was no longer the worn

white wife, but a pretty, coquettish girl, who danced up to Jack's side

with saucy, uplifted head.

"There! What do you think of that?"

The answer of the glowing eyes was more eloquent than words. Jack

whistled softly beneath his breath, walking slowly round and round to

take in the whole effect.

"I say, that is fetching! That's something like a hat you wore the

summer we were engaged. You don't look a day older. Where did you run

that to earth, darling?"