I hope
you and June will be good friends and I'll be very glad to have
you watch over her when I'm away."
"I'd like nothing better, sir," he said cheerfully, and quite
impersonally as far as June was concerned. Then his eyes lighted
up.
"My brothers don't seem to want me to join the Police Guard. Won't
you say a word for me?"
"I certainly will."
"Thank you, sir."
That "sir" no longer bothered Hale. At first he had thought it a
mark of respect to his superior age, and he was not particularly
pleased, but when he knew now that the lad was another son of the
old gentleman whom he saw riding up the valley every morning on a
gray horse, with several dogs trailing after him--he knew the word
was merely a family characteristic of old-fashioned courtesy.
"Isn't he nice, June?"
"Yes," she said.
"Have you missed me, June?"
June slid her hand into his. "I'm so glad you come back." They
were approaching the gate now.
"June, you said you weren't going to cry any more." June's head
drooped.
"I know, but I jes' can't help it when I git mad," she said
seriously. "I'd bust if I didn't."
"All right," said Hale kindly.
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