“I wish he would,” said Tom.
“And then it would be in the dark.”
“Of course.”
“Not till late at night, perhaps.”
“Well, what of that?”
“And maybe he wouldn’t come in the night at all, but steal over the wall just before it gets light, when you’d be in your bed. Yes, that’s just the sort of time when he would come.”
“I should have to ask uncle to let me sit up with you, David.”
“Ah, I thought that would be it,” said David; “ask your uncle.”
“Look here, David,” cried Tom, flushing. “I shouldn’t say I’d like to come if I didn’t mean it. I’m not going to get into trouble by slipping out on the sly.”
“It’s all over,” said David. “I thought so. Master’d never let you sit up and watch, sir. I thought you wouldn’t.”