She started in surprise. She had tried so hard to keep him from surmising how utterly wretched she had been.
“I—I don’t know,” she faltered. “Perhaps I am—I mean I was—a little.”
He nodded. “Natural enough you should be,” he said. “Homesickness is a mean disease. I’ve been homesick myself for the past fortnight or so.”
She could not, at the moment, understand what he meant.
“Why, Captain Townsend!” she protested. He interrupted.
“Might as well call me ‘Uncle Foster,’ hadn’t you?” he suggested. “Sounds a little less like town meeting.”
Again she blushed. “I—I forgot again,” she confessed. Then, catching the twinkle in his eye, she laughed.
“But, Uncle Foster—”
“That’s better. What?”
“I don’t see why you should be homesick. This is your home.”