"Yes, her father felt very badly because she went away from him, but he has gone to her now. Did you know that?"
The boy lifted his eyes to the thin, kindly face. "No," he said.
"Yes," went on Mr. Wrenn quietly. "Her father has gone to her in that pleasant world where she is."
"I want to go," burst forth the boy, holding the picture tightly.
"All in good time," returned the lawyer. "You have some work to do for her here first."
"Do you mean—weed the garden?"
"I mean quite a lot of very pleasant things. I'll tell you about them later."
"But Uncle Nick won't—won't let me. He—I don't know whether I can hide this picture." A sudden panic seemed to seize the boy, and he looked toward the door. It was not possible that his uncle would not come in upon all these totally forbidden proceedings.
"See here, Herbert,"—Mr. Wrenn leaned toward the lad, speaking very kindly. "I think it quite likely that you will never see your uncle again."