“Mexico,” was the reply. “Sandy says your father is down in Sonora.”
“Why, yes: but he will be home within a week. He wouldn’t be away over Christmas.”
“I know; but I can’t wait. I’ve got to see him. I’ve got to ask him—” Gard’s voice sank to a whisper, “I’ve got to ask him what he’s going to give me for Christmas.”
“Oh!” the girl’s shyness held them both silent for a moment, ere she found speech again.
“I know what I want,” she presently said, edging away from the other matter.
“What?”
The word sounded like a guarantee that what she wanted would be forthcoming.
“Jinny.”
They both laughed, like children, at the idea.
“Jinny’s yours,” Gard said, promptly: “but she ’nd I go together. We can’t be parted. I couldn’t bear the separation.”