“Fine! And you’ll breakfast with us?”
“Not to-day. I have a couple of letters to write that I want to get off right away; but I’ll be up between eight thirty and nine. Is that too late?”
“I’ll ride down after breakfast and wait for you—if I won’t be in the way.”
“Of course you won’t. It will take me only a few minutes to write my letters.”
“How are you going to mail them? This is Sunday.”
“Mr. Powers is going to drive in to Los Angeles to-day. He’ll mail them in the city.”
“Who looks after things when Mr. and Mrs. Powers are away?”
“Who looks after things? Why, I do.”
“The chickens, and the sow, and Baldy—you take care of them all?”
“Certainly, and I have more than that now.”