“Come around here, then, and let’s look at you,” he growled, although he had been staring at her, she knew, since the moment she entered the office.
His big face was quite as expressionless as it had been nearly two years before when she first remembered having seen it. If the little eyes showed any expression when she first entered it was now hidden.
“You look like a well-grown girl—for your age,” he said, with some hesitation. “What do you want?”
“To know if you can tell me anything more about myself—or my people—or what is to become of me when my schooling is done?”
“I can tell you nothing,” he replied, his brows drawing together.
“I have learned typewriting, and I am excellent in spelling, and Miss Meader is teaching me stenography,” she said, simply. “If—if the money should—should stop coming any time, I thought I would better know how to go about supporting myself.”
“Ha!” He stared at her then with some emotion which sent a quick wave of color into his unhealthy cheek.
“What’s that for?” he demanded, at last.
“What is what for, sir?”
“Your getting ready to earn your livelihood?”