"Next Saturday afternoon. Isn't that fine, for I am free on that afternoon and can go with you and meet her," was the reply. "Bob is coming home with them, too."
"I didn't know he was with them," Ruth said in surprise.
"Yes, he's been there for a week. It is but a short distance from his school, so he went over."
"Be sure to come tonight," Letty reminded the departing girl. "We'll hear a good story if Mr. Lee will tell it."
"I won't forget," replied Ruth.
CHAPTER XVI
A Master Story Teller
Jim Lee and Tom Marshall were prompt in their expected call, and they found Mary Lee and Letty as well as Ruth waiting to receive them.
It was the kind of an evening that is usually associated with the month of March. The rain was coming down in a steady downpour, there was a chill to the wind; altogether it was a night in which folks welcomed the warmth of an open grate fire.
Letty, all excitement, brought up the subject of a story—a story such as only Jim Lee could tell—of the Indian of long ago.