She was not a great talker, yet
every one loved to listen to her. She laughed with her eyes and lips,
but rarely with her voice. She enjoyed intensely, and could, therefore,
suffer intensely. She was a dear girl in every way.
All was now ready for the debut of Jack's paragon. Jack had driven to
the station to fetch him, and presently the sound of wheels on the
gravel drive announced the arrival of the last guest. I went into the
hall to meet the men.
"Daddy, I want you to know my chum, Jim Jarvis,--the finest all-round
son of old Eli. Jarvis, this is my daddy,--the finest father that ever
had son!"
"I'm right glad to meet you, Mr. Jarvis; your renown has preceded you."
"I fear, Doctor, it has _exceeded_ me as well. Jack is not to be
trusted on all subjects. But, indeed, I thank you for your hospitality;
it was a godsend to me."
As we entered the living room, Polly came forward and I presented Jarvis
to her.
"You are more than welcome, Mr. Jarvis! Jack's 'best friend' is certain
of a warm corner at our fireside.
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