"Now, son, thee must not keep Mrs. Byrd out too late. Get her home before
sundown," Mrs. Farraday's voice admonished. Obediently, every one moved
toward the hall. At a word from McEwan, the mute Jamie ran to open the
tonneau door. Farraday stopped to lock the kitchen entrance and found
McEwan on the little porch as he emerged, while the others were busy
settling themselves in the car. As Farraday turned the heavy front door
lock, his friend's hand fell on his shoulder.
"Ought ye to do it, James?" McEwan asked quietly.
Farraday raised his eyes, and looked steadily at the other, with his slow
smile.
"Yes, Mac, it's a good thing to do. In any case, I shouldn't have been
likely to marry, you know." The two friends took their places in the car.
IV
After much consideration from Mary, the Byrds decided to give up their
recently acquired flat, but to keep the old studio. She felt they should
not attempt to carry three rents through the summer, but, on the other
hand, Stefan was still working at his Demeter, using an Italian model for
the boy's figure, and could not finish it conveniently elsewhere. Then,
too, he expressed a wish for a pied-a-terre in the city, and as Mary had
very tender associations with the little studio she was glad to think of
keeping it.
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