“Tired, Cary?” he said, to my amazement.
“Ephraim!” I cried. “Wherever have you come from?”
“Did you think I had taken up my abode in London?” said he, looking diverted.
“But I thought you went after some business,” I said, feeling very much puzzled that he should be going home just now, and leaving poor Annas in all her trouble.
“I did,” he answered. “Business gets done some time. It would be a sad thing if it did not. Will you have some of this rabbit pie?”
I accepted the pie, for I did not care what I had.
“Then your business is done?” I said, in some surprise.
His business could hardly have any connection with Annas, in that case. It must be real business—something that concerned his father.
“Yes, Cary; my business was finished last night, so I was just in time to come with you.” And the look of fun came into his eyes again.
“Oh, I am glad!” said I. “I wondered how my Aunt Kezia would manage all by herself.”