"Floyd," he said huskily, "Floyd, if I tell you something, will you keep it from my sister and yours?"
"Yes," murmured Flukey.
"I love Fledra, and want to make her my wife. Does that help you any, to know that I shall always watch her and care for her?"
Flukey searched the earnest face bent over him.
"Ye love her?"
"Very much, very much indeed. But she is young yet—only a little girl."
"Did ye tell her that ye loved her?"
"Yes."
"Did she say she loved you?"
"Yes."