“He was kind to me,” said she; “but he loved Dick most.”
“Dick—who is Dick?”
“Dick is my cousin. He lives here.”
“Here? Why, I have not seen him.”
“Oh, no! He is away now.”
“Away where?”
“He has gone with Old Joe. Once before he went away with Old Joe, and was gone a whole month. But I miss him so much, for I love him.”
“Is his name Dick Delores?”
“I don’t know. All I ever called him was just Dick. Oh, but he can shoot and ride, and Joe is teaching him everything he knows.”
“How old is Dick?”