“Now, I was going to say, where do you expect to house your team this winter?”
Jack and Desiré looked at each other in dismay.
“I never thought of that,” said the boy slowly.
“Well, I did. Got an empty barn at my place—no good to me—Ford is lost in it—plenty of room for your horses and wagon—”
“If you’ll let—”
“Now I know just what you’re—going to say—and I won’t. But if you’d—feel better about it—let this good sister of yours—make me some biscuits once in a while. Don’t get this kind very often.”
“I’d just love to,” replied Desiré warmly, while Jack tried to express his thanks, to which the old man refused to listen.
“Where are you going from here?” continued the judge.
“Right on to Halifax, then back again,” replied Jack.
“Now I was thinking—while we were eating—know how to make things out of birch bark—and out of pine cones?” turning to Desiré. “No? Then I’ll show you.”