“All right. I’ll be on hand. Good-night.”
When she went up to her room the door of her uncle’s room was open and he called to her.
“Didn’t stay very long, did he?” he observed.
“No, Uncle Foster, not very.”
“Coming again pretty soon, I suppose?”
“Why—why, he said he might call Tuesday evening. Of course if you had rather he didn’t—”
“I told you I hadn’t any objections, provided he doesn’t come too often. Asked you to drop in at the Tobias Eldridge place, I suppose?”
“Ye-es. Yes, he said something about it; but I told him I couldn’t do that.”
“Good girl.... Well, all right. Good-night.”
She bent over his chair back and kissed him.