"She's the best kid I ever saw," said Dick, after her bedroom door had closed.
"And the prettiest," added Roger.
"You men spoil her," protested Charley, "and it's too bad because she really is unusual."
"Pshaw! You were just like her," grunted Dick, "and we all petted you. And heaven knows, you aren't spoiled. Of course, you're much too strict with Felicia—and me."
Charley flushed. "You don't really think so, do you, Dick?" she asked.
Roger joined Dick in a chuckle at this. Charley's adoration of her brother was obvious to the most casual observer. She laughed a little herself and it occurred to Roger that her laugh was much like Felicia's, just as innocent and spontaneous.
"I can always get a rise that way, eh, old girl," cried Dick. "And I know why you're blushing. You hate on top of this, to remind me that I haven't bedded the horses. Well, I'll attend to it instantly and relieve your embarrassment. I'll be back in a moment, Roger."
"Dick is in good trim again," said Roger.
"Oh, I do so hope he'll stay well!" exclaimed Charley with a sudden fervor that surprised Roger. "He's such a dear and he's been so handicapped! I think it's going to make a big difference to him, having Felicia and you people here. He's been so lonely."
"Haven't you been lonely?" asked Roger.