“Pelly, did you ever— ever notice eyes— very closely?” he asked. “Blue eyes?”
Pelliter stared at him amazed.
“My Jeanne has blue eyes—”
“And have they little brown dots in them like a wood violet?”
“No-o-o—”
“They’re blue, just blue, ain’t they?”
“Yes.”
“And I suppose most all blue eyes are just blue, without the little brown spots. Wouldn’t you think so?”
“What in Heaven’s name are you driving at?” demanded Pelliter.
“I just wanted you to notice that her eyes have little brown spots in them,” replied Billy. “I’ve only seen one other pair of eyes— just like hers.” He turned toward the door. “I’m going out to care for the dogs and dig up Blake,” he added. “I can’t rest until I’ve seen him.”