"Daddy," she began tremulously, "air you an' Andy thinkin' things ye hadn't ought to of Tessibel?"
Skinner shook his head.
"Me an' Andy hates Waldstricker, that air all," he said.
Tess shrugged her shoulders.
"I ain't et up with love fer him uther," she offered in defense, "but Miss Young wanted me to—oh, daddy, why didn't you tell me I couldn't go right at first—"
"Of course, ye be goin'," broke in Daddy Skinner, "but don't ye forgit us, my pretty!"
Tess gurgled in joy. She went to her father's side and gathered the dear head into her arms.
"If that air all what air worryin' ye, then kiss yer brat," said she. "I air goin' to sing an' mebbe I'll only see Waldstricker to speak to 'im. If he says anythin' 'bout Andy—"
"What'll ye tell 'im, kid?" gasped the dwarf.
"Oh, I'll string 'im like I allers does," returned Tess. "Now you're done squallin' like a baby, look at me!"