Would it be best or wise for Daisy to marry? She appeared quite well, but she was not strong, and there was a remnant of the old spinal trouble that came out now and then in excruciating nervous headaches. Somehow she had seemed his especial property since she had cried in his arms with all the pain and suffering, and he had encouraged her to bear the little more. He had meant always to stand her friend. It wasn't likely he would marry, for he had seen no one yet that he wanted. But if this child went out of his life! For, alas! the child had grown to womanhood. CHAPTER XXI THE OLD, OLD STORY, EVER NEW When Mr. Underhill took Polly home the next day, it was with the stipulation that she should come back and spend a week. Polly was wild with delight, and packed up her best things. There were some other visitors,--cousins of the elderly sort,--so the young people had their own good times. Daisy and Mr. Andersen were in, and Charlie and they had the happy enjoyment of youth. Peter Beekman seemed devoted to them. Jim wouldn't be crowded out where Daisy was concerned, but he wanted to be first with her. Mr. Andersen gave way generously, and went over to Hanny, who somehow clung to Polly. There was a good deal of business to be done for Mr. Herman Andersen. His father's share in the New York firm was to be transferred to him, as at the age of twenty-five he had come into possession of his mother's fortune, that had been accumulating. His father was to take charge of the Paris house. He spent some hours every morning with Mr. Jasper, acquiring a knowledge of his new duties; but the afternoons were for pleasure, until the autumnal business stirred up. "I do wish young Beekman wouldn't come over here so much," Mrs. Underhill said in a fretted tone, "or that he would take a real fancy to Polly." "They are just having a young people's good time," returned Joe. "Polly's a nice girl. He might do worse." "But I am afraid it is not Polly. He watches Hanny like a cat watching a mouse." "Nonsense!" declared Joe. "But he does. And I don't like it." "Oh, mother dear, you're a hen with one chick. If there is a rustle in the leaves you think a hawk is going to pounce down." "Hanny's too young to have lovers." She tried to keep her face in severe lines. "Hanny isn't thinking about lovers. And Peter is a fine, solid fellow, who is going to make his mark, and who may be a sort of ballast to Jim. I like him." "Oh, he is well enough. But if there was any fuss it might annoy Dolly. And we have always been so cordial; Margaret was married too young." "And you were married too young. Now, if you had waited and done without Steve and me, and begun with John--" There was a twinkle in Doctor Joe's eye. "I should have begun with the most sensible son," returned his mother; but she could not keep her voice sharp. "Well, I will look after Hanny and the young man. I think myself that we don't need any more lovers right away."