"Yes," replied Flea faintly.
"And are ye goin' to mind yer pappy now?" pursued Lon.
"Yes, after we get to Ithaca," murmured Fledra.
"Tell me what ye said to Flukey in yer note."
"I told him he could stay with Brother Horace; but that I'd go with you, and—"
Her slow precise speech made a decided impression upon Lem; for he ceased eating and stared at her open-mouthed. But Cronk brought his fist down on the table with a thump that rattled the tin dishes.
"Don't be puttin' on no guff with me, brat!" he shouted. "Ye talk as I teeched ye to, and not as them other folks do."
Fledra fell into a resentful silence.
After a few seconds, Cronk said:
"Now, go on, Kid, and tell me what ye told him."