Francis came running around the curve.
“There is a nice girl at the house. Mother sent her. She’s got a boy’s name—Bobbie. I like her. She does anything I tell her to.”
“That’s the masculine measure,” she said, taking his hand and running on with him.
“Come back!” was the strident summons from Kurt.
“Stay here a moment,” Pen hurriedly bade Francis.
“I want to ask you how this girl is able to have such expensive looking things—if she has only a job?”
“They were given to her.”
“By the man who was instrumental in getting her reprieved? You said she was virtuous.”
“Don’t do the man an injustice, even if you doubt poor little Bobbie. He acted from charitable motives. He has never seen her, or tried to see her.”
“Look at me, Pen!”