“I asked him to remain? I? When that great tall man stood over me—”
In her indignation she could go no further.
“Why he wouldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t hurt—anything.”
“What do you know about him?”
“Can’t you see?”
“Yes,” answered the aunt, “I can see.”
“One need only look at his eyes.”
She stopped. Her aunt had a most embarrassing way at times.
“I suppose he means well enough,” admitted the aunt more kindly.
“How can he mean anything else? What has he to gain by giving his time to us?”