“Welcome home!” said Bambi, unsteadily.
“Did you come through the roof?” inquired Professor Parkhurst.
“I had a passkey. How are you?” Jarvis laughed, mangling the Professor’s hand. The latter rescued and inspected his limp fingers.
“I am well, but I shall never use that hand again.”
“You have come home,” said Bambi, foolishly.
“I have. My, but it’s good to be here! I got Frohman’s approval on the framework of the play to-day, and ran for the first train.”
“Does the author approve, too?”
“She does. She is more or less a figurehead, but she seems reasonable.”
“Oh, Jarvis, you’re a nice Christmas present. Go put these wet things in the hall, call on Ardelia, and come back. It will take at least a week to say all the things I want to say to you.”
He smiled at her, and marched off to do her bidding.
“He looks fine, doesn’t he? I never realized before how handsome he is,” said the Professor.
“He’s thrilling!” replied Bambi.
Her father inspected her thoughtfully.
“What a talent you have for hitting people off!
