"T-trespasser!" he remarked, stroking the squirrel. "Th-they'll have me in a c-cage, too, purty s-soon."
He put the squirrel away and offered his hand to Annette.
"S-some day," he whispered.
"Some day," she answered, with a sigh.
"Y-you're g-goin' to hear me d-do some t-talkin'," he assured her. The Lady Ann had often mildly complained of his reticence.
They now stood in front of the little veranda. She was looking up at him.
"It'll 'mount to s-suthin', t-too," he went on. It seemed as if he were making an honest effort to correct the idleness of his tongue. He was looking down at her and groping in his mind for some other cheerful sentiment. He seemed to make this happy discovery, and added, "W-won-derful good t-times comin'."
With a full heart she pressed his great hand in both of hers.
"K-keep ahead," said he, cheerfully, and bade her good-night.
With this he left her and was happy, for the taming of Sinth had seemed to bring that "some day" of his promise into the near future.