"No," answered Kenneth, "I fear not. Mrs. Clayton's kindred are in England, you know. She never liked America. It was a lonely life for her here, and doubly so after her husband's death."
"And how's Jack? Dear old Jack! I must see him soon," said Wathemah.
"I'll call him up," said Kenneth, going to the phone.
"Give me 148, please."
"No,—1-4-8."
"Hello! Is Mr. Harding within reach?"
"Gone to the store, you say? Send some one for him at once, please, and tell him Mr. Hastings wishes to talk with him. Important."
He hung up the receiver and returned to his place.
"Do you know, Father Kenneth, I have received a letter from Jack every week since I left Gila, except the time he was sick? He insisted upon sending me money, saying that it was he who found me, and wanted me to live."
"Yes, Jack is a generous fellow," assented Kenneth.