Johnnie Alberson first of all. If Freeman did get a divorce—
“Say!”
Henrietta, although seldom nervous, was startled by this voice coming from the bushes.
“Who is that?” she asked, her heart standing still for a moment. Her first thought was that it was Freeman returned.
“It's Lem,” the boy whispered. “Is he gone? Can I come out?”
“Oh, Lem! You did frighten me! Yes, come here. Where have you been? You poor child—”
“I ain't been anywhere,” Lem said. “I'm to Shuder's—to his junkyard. I'm junkin' for him an' he's keepin' me.”
“Shuder is? Who is Shuder?”
Lem came and stood by her side.
“He's the Jew. He's the one that pop could n't abide. He's all right, though, Shuder is. Say—”