The soft chug of a motor cut off his ejaculation. "He's coming, now," he said, getting up. Molly responded coldly to Theodore's friendly salute from the car. As Mr. King walked quickly toward them, Morse called laughingly, "We had just decided you'd been kidnapped." "Nothing like that," answered Theodore, "I've been in the country.... Sit down, Jordan; no use standing up!" And Theodore seated himself on the grass. "It's been a fine day," he went on boyishly, scarcely knowing what to say. "Lovely," agreed Molly, and Jordan supplemented this by asking: "Have a--pleasant ride?" "Yes, delightful! One doesn't realize how murky the city is until he goes in the country for a day." After a time, during which he looked up through the enfolding green of the trees, he proceeded calmly, "I took Miss Grandoken on a picnic." Morse's sudden glance at Molly warned her to control herself. "She's an odd child," continued Theodore, "but, then, all geniuses are. I don't know when I've so thoroughly enjoyed myself." Morse's "That's good," was closely followed by Molly's curt question, "Where'd you go?" "Just up the lake a ways. We took some picnic stuff----" "And her fiddle, I suppose?" cut in Molly sarcastically. "Of course. Jinnie's not Jinnie without her fiddle." "She does play well," admitted Jordan. "More than well," interpolated Theodore. "She plays divinely." Then again they fell into an oppressive silence. Molly was so curious to know the events of the day she could scarcely control her impatience. Suddenly Mr. King announced: "I'm going to marry Jinnie Grandoken." Molly and Morse slowly got to their feet. They stood looking down upon the young millionaire with jaws apart and startled eyes. "Well, you needn't look as if I were about to commit some crime," he said, quizzing them with laughing eyes. "I suppose a chap can get married if he wants to; can't he?" "It's ridiculous," blurted Miss Merriweather. A drawn, helpless expression had crept into her eyes, making her appear like an old woman. Theodore got to his feet. "What's ridiculous?" he demanded, immediately on the defensive. "My wanting to be happy?" "Not that quite," replied the woman, "but surely you can't----" "I can and I will!" exclaimed Theodore decidedly. "I couldn't be happy without her, and mother----" "It'll kill 'er," warned Molly significantly. "Not at all," denied Theodore. "My mother's a woman of sense! When she knows her big boy's madly in love with the sweetest girl in the world, she'll take it as a matter of course." Miss Merriweather turned toward the house. "I think I'll go," she said in strained tones. She had almost reached the veranda when Theodore called her. "Molly!" he shouted. "Yes?" "Don't tell mother. I want to surprise her." "Very well," and the woman went on again, trembling from the blow which had struck her in the face.