“Wait—I will see her.”
So brushing his hair and arranging his tie he went in to meet his sister.
The homeless outcast lad faced his aristocratic sweet-faced sister! As the boys saw them they did not know which one to pity the more, although the sympathy seemed to be pretty largely with Jim.
“Is every one well?” the brother asked, trying to relieve the strain of the situation.
“Yes,” she answered, "but why have you never written all these years? I got your letter this morning and left in an hour to get to you for fear I might lose you again. Father has hunted for you everywhere. He thinks he was harsh with you when you struck that day with the men—for you were only a child.
“I thought I might get you to come home with me,” she continued, “my husband and I have a splendid home. You are always welcome.... Or why don’t you go back to your old job with Father. He needs you. He is getting older.”
“You think he would take me back?”
“Gladly. What are you doing here?”
“I am cook for the boys,” he said.