“Ye don’t know me, do ye? Well, I do look diff’rent, I’ll own. Ye give me a dollar once, an’ sent me to a lady down the street thar. Now do ye remember?”
“Oh! oh! Are you that man?”
“Sure I am! Well, she was all right. ‘Member? I thought ’twas only chin music she was givin’ me. But let me tell ye. She hunted up the wife an’ kids, an’ what’s more, she went an’ faced my boss, an’ she got me my job back, too. What do ye think of that, now?”
“Why, I’m—I’m glad, of course!” Mr. Smith spoke as one in deep thought.
And all the way home Mr. Smith walked—as one in deep thought.
CHAPTER XV
IN SEARCH OF REST
June brought all the young people home again. It brought, also, a great deal of talk concerning plans for vacation. Bessie—Elizabeth—said they must all go away.
From James Blaisdell this brought a sudden and vigorous remonstrance.
“Nonsense, you’ve just got home!” he exclaimed. “Hillerton’ll be a vacation to you all right. Besides, I want my family together again. I haven’t seen a thing of my children for six months.”
Elizabeth gave a silvery laugh. (Elizabeth had learned to give very silvery laughs.) She shrugged her shoulders daintily and looked at her rings.