"I wanted to meet you," she said, in her soft, persuasive voice. "You don't come to the house any more."
He answered her simply and calmly, with no token of his inward turmoil.
"I haven't been there for some days."
"Is it because I am there?"
"Grannie hasn't needed me."
"Is it because I am there?"
Then he smiled at her, with a gleam of white teeth and lighted eyes.
"I've been a little afraid of you," he owned.
"Well, you're not now?"
"No, I'm not now."