So Mrs. Fosdick's welcome was whole-handed if not whole-hearted.
Miss Fosdick was quieter, but she, too, appeared to be enjoying herself.
On an evening later in the week Mrs. Fosdick gave a reception.
The second letter was, as he had surmised, from Mrs. Fosdick.
Fosdick could hardly believe that his twelve-hundred-mile exile was over.
To his astonishment the Fosdick countenance was not as his imagination had pictured it.
He hastily returned the Fosdick photograph to the drawer; but this time he did not put it quite so near the back.
At length the recital reached the point of the interview in Fosdick's office.
He glanced up at Fosdick, who was ill at ease over the development in the case.
This advice seemed reasonable, and Fosdick made no objection.