"Aunt Ray!" she whispered. In a moment I was on my knees beside her,
her arm around my neck, her cheek against my hair.
"Where am I in this?" Halsey said suddenly and tried to put his arms
around us both. It was a welcome distraction, and Gertrude was soon
herself again. The little storm had cleared the air. Nevertheless, my
opinion remained unchanged. There was much to be cleared up before I
would consent to any renewal of my acquaintance with John Bailey. And
Halsey and Gertrude knew it, knowing me.