A Girl to Come Home To (Musaicum Romance Classics). Grace Livingston Hill

Okay. We’re on the way. Be there in five minutes.”

      And it was less than five minutes when Jessica marched in followed by her three friends and sat down to sip tea and eat cakes and bits of sandwiches and confections. But Jessica did not waste much time. “Well, what did you find out?” she asked with eyes that pierced the eyes of her hostess. “Did you find out where he is? Was he there?”

      “Why certainly.”

      “Where was he?”

      “Sitting at the dinner table, enjoying his meal with the rest of the family,” said Louella with satisfaction. She adored playing such an important part and being able to prove her prognostications. “Did you go out and look for him?”

      “I certainly did,” said the vexed Jessica. “I went simply everywhere that he used to go, to all his old haunts, or telephoned where it was too far, and none of the people had even heard he was coming home. But do you mean he was there all the time?”

      “I shouldn’t be at all surprised. He had that home atmosphere about him, in spite of his uniform. I doubt if he had been any farther away than the garage or even just the pantry. Of course I don’t know, but I just have a hunch,” said Louella.

      “But didn’t he act as if he knew that I had been there?”

      “My dear, he didn’t act at all. He just sat there and glowered. In fact when I entered silently with my key and watched them all an instant before they saw me, I think he had heard me and was on the point of leaving the room quite suddenly, and then when he saw it was only I, he sat down in his chair and began to eat again. But he certainly was in a poisonous mood. He was as rude as he could be to me, declined to answer any of my questions, and positively shut me up. Said if anybody asked me any questions about you and himself, I might tell them it was none of their business.”

      “Oh, really?” asked Jessica with a defeated look on her handsome face. “Well, I suppose I might as well give up and go back west and work things out some other way.”

      “Not at all, my dear,” soothed Louella. “I should say from what I used to know of Rodney in his youth that the outlook is very hopeful.”

      “Hopeful?” said the younger woman, astonished. “Why, you have just given me to understand that he is very angry with me and doesn’t want to see me. I don’t see anything hopeful about that.”

      “Then you can’t know Rodney very well. Don’t you understand that the very fact that he is angry at you and doesn’t want to see you shows that he is still deeply in love with you, and you will have no trouble at all in getting back his admiration when once you get really face-to-face with him and have a good talk? I’d be willing to wager that you with your beautiful face and your graceful ways can easily win him back to love you more than he ever did before.”

      It was then that Emma Galt plunged into the conversation. “But Jess is married, Mrs. Chatterton. You forget that. And Rod was brought up with very strong moral ideas about the sanctity of marriage.”

      “Fiddlesticks for any moral ideas nowadays,” said Louella grandly, as if she were empowered to speak with authority on the new moral standards of the present day.

      “But you don’t realize at all, Mrs. Chatterton, how intensely those Graemes feel on moral questions. Those boys have very strong ideals and real conscientious scruples about things. They were brought up that way, and it has taken deep root in them,” said Marcella.

      Louella smiled. “Piffle for their conscientious scruples! You seem to have forgotten that those boys have been to war. You will probably find that out when you come in closer contact with them. I don’t fancy many conscientious scruples can outlive a few months in the company of a lot of wild young soldiers or sailors off on their own. And remember Rodney has been away from his hampering, narrow-minded parents for at least three years!”

      Then up spoke Marcella Ashby again. “I think that is perfectly terrible, Mrs. Chatterton, for you to call those dear people narrow-minded. All the years while we were growing up, they have been the dearest people to us all. Their house was always open to give us all good times, and they never showed a bit of narrow-mindedness. They were ready to laugh and joke with us all and spend money freely to give us enjoyment.”

      “Oh yes, children’s stuff, picnics and little silly games and nice things to eat, of course, but did they ever have dances for us or cards or take us to the theater or even let us play kissing games?” spoke up Jessica. “No, indeedy. Everything was very discreet and prim, and of course we are no longer children and times have changed. You couldn’t expect people like the dear old Graemes to be up to date. They are old people and can’t understand the present-day needs of young folks. But I think myself that it is quite possible that the boys may have changed. They’ve been out in the world and seen what everybody is doing. I don’t believe for a minute that Rodney would be shocked at all if I told him I’d made a big mistake in marrying a man so much older than myself, and that I was going to Reno to get a divorce as soon as I’ve finished up a few matters of business here in town. Isn’t that what your idea was, Mrs. Chatterton?”

      “Well, yes, I think myself you’ll find those boys, at least Rodney, is much more worldly than his folks give him credit for, and I feel sure Jessica, if you give your mind to it, that you can win him back.”

      And then they went into a huddle to plan a campaign against Rodney Graeme.

      And even as they plotted, with the devil whispering advice secretly to them and only Marcella Ashby of their number protesting at their plans, the Graeme family was kneeling in a quiet circle about the fire in the library. Father Graeme thanked God for the return of his children and petitioned that they might be guided aright in the days that were ahead, that none of them should be led astray from the way in which the Lord would have them go, and that His will might be done through them all, to the end that they might become changed into the image of His Son, Jesus Christ, and be fit messengers for the gospel of salvation.

      And he prayed also for the rulers of their beloved land that they, too, might be led by the Holy Spirit to make right laws and decisions, and to govern the beloved country as God would have it governed, and that all spirit of unrighteousness might be put down, and any mistakes inadvertently made might be overruled, and the land saved from mere human guidance or acts ordered by warped judgment.

      And he prayed for his boys, who had been so graciously spared from death or torture or imprisonment, that they might understand that God had thus spared them so that they might be the better fitted to do His will in the life that was still before them, that they might live to serve their Master even more fully than they had served their country.

      As they rose from their knees and brushed away tender tears that had come to all eyes, the plotters were just starting out on their second attempt to start their campaign.

      “Now,” said Father Graeme as they stood a moment thoughtfully before the fire, “I think these boys should get to their rest at once, and especially this wounded shoulder needs to have complete rest. Besides, if thoughtless friends are contemplating any further raids on the household tonight, it seems to me that would be a good way to head them off. Just let us get to bed as quietly and quickly and as much in the dark as possible, and when and if they come again, let them find it all dark. I suggest if they ring the bell and continue to ring, that you let them wait until I can get my bathrobe on and go down and meet them. I think perhaps I can show them that any further visits tonight will not be acceptable to anyone.”

      He grinned around on them pleasantly, and they all responded gratefully.

      “All right, Dad!” said Rodney happily. “This has been our family’s own night, and we don’t want it spoiled in any way. You don’t know what it’s meant to me to hear you pray for us all again and to know that we are back together again, after so many terrible possibilities.”

      “Here, too,” said Jeremy huskily. “You got me all broken up with that prayer, but perhaps tomorrow I’ll be able to tell you all about it. What a memory I had of your prayers when I was out on a mission meeting bombs and knowing the next