She looked at him in a sort of mute wonder for a moment, and then muttered: "Why, Pap,—Pap he sez there ain't no setch thing as a honest lawyer." An embarrassed little smile twisted her lips. "I guess that must ha' been one of Pap's lies."
"It is possible he may never have come in contact with one," he observed drily.
"Well, I guess ef you're a honest lawyer," she said, knitting her brows, "I'd better keep my mouth shut. I wuz only thinkin' mebby you could see your way to do somethin' I wuz goin' to ask. I jest wanted to git some word to Mr. Lapelle."
"Mr. Lapelle and I are not friends, Moll."
"Is it beca'se of whut I asked Ike Stain to tell ye?"
"Partly."
"I mean about stealin' Miss Violy Gwyn an' takin' her away with him?"
"I want to thank you, Moll, for sending me the warning. It was splendid of you."
"Oh, I didn't do it beca'se—" she began, somewhat defiantly, and then closed her lips tightly. The sullen look came back into her eyes.
"I understand. You—you like him yourself."