"Me?—he would like to see me?" she asked.
"He wants you to go home with us," the boy went on, as if he were a kind of Cupid—an ambassador of love between the two. He felt her hair curiously and with a sober face.
"He has a beautiful watch an' chain," said Socky.
"An' a gol' pencil," said Sue.
"He's rich," the little Cupid urged, in a quaint tone of confidence.
"What makes you think he wants me?" the girl asked.
"He told Uncle Silas—didn't he, Sue?"
The face of Edith Dunmore was now glowing with color. She drew the children close together in front of her.
"Don't tell him—don't tell him I am here," said she, under her breath, as she trembled with excitement.
"He wouldn't hurt anybody," Sue volunteered.