Desiré glanced up at her older brother who was leaning on his spade figuring out just where he would begin to dig.
“You did promise him, Jack, or practically so,” she said.
“No chance of being allowed to forget anything in this family,” he smiled. “I’ll see what I can do for you, René.”
The next day Jack went up alone to see Judge Herbine. “Don’t worry if I don’t show up for dinner,” he said to Desiré before leaving. “The judge told me yesterday that he had heard of two or three places where I might get a job, and to come up and see him today. I’ll keep going until I’ve investigated all the possibilities.”
“All right, dear; and the best of luck.”
They had had many talks on the drive to Yarmouth, and on the beach in front of the hut, as to the advisability of remaining in the Godet house.
“It’s simply living from hand to month,” Jack had said gravely; “but there seems to be nothing else in sight just now.”
“Even so, we’re certainly some better off than we should have been in Sissiboo,” Desiré said consolingly.
“But what would you do,” suggested Jack, “if somebody came along and wanted the cabin some day?”
“Let them have it, if they could prove they owned it; but Judge Herbine seems to think such a thing most unlikely. He said, you know, that they couldn’t get a clear title when that American wanted to buy it. But why, Jack, does somebody want it now?”