I had been dying to know what the remark referred to ever since I had overheard it, but waited, thinking that dad would tell me of his own accord; so now, as he didn’t speak, I had to brave the ordeal of the inquiry.
“He wanted to take you home to England to school, Tom,” replied dad briefly in an absent sort of way, as if his thoughts were amongst the fireflies.
“Really?” said I hesitatingly—“and—”
“And, I have not quite made up my mind in the matter yet, Tom. Besides which, there’s your mother to be consulted,” interposed dad, answering my second question before I could put it.
“And if mother does not mind, you will let me go, then, in the Josephine with Captain Miles, eh, dad?” I asked anxiously.
“I didn’t say so, did I?” said dad quizzingly.
“But you meant it, dad, you meant it, I know,” cried I exultantly. “Hurrah, I am so glad! I am so glad!”