"That'll be a worse give-away than ever."
She turned from the drawer, asking of the Follett family and learning whatever he had to tell.
"And you say he's a fine boy of about twenty-one."
"That'd about be his age. Yes, a fine, upstanding lad—and very pop'lar with Jackman he's always been."
She waited a minute before saying, "Oh, Peter, I wish you'd let him off."
"Ah, now, Tessie," he expostulated, "there you go again! If you had your way, there'd be no law at all."
"Well, I wish there wasn't."
He laughed with a jolly guffaw.
"If there was no law, and no one to break it, where'd your trip to the beach be this summer, and the new Ford car I'm goin' to get for the boys? Anyhow, even if we do get him with the goods on him, which we're pretty sure o' doin' now, he'll be recommended to mercy on account of his youth, and p'raps be let off with two years."
"Yes—and what'll he be when he comes out?"