When Herbert realized that he was to be left behind he ran after Willis Ford, and pleaded for the privilege of accompanying him. “Don't leave me here, Mr. Ford!” he said. “I should die of homesickness!”
“So you would rather go with me?” Ford said, with an amused smile.
“Oh, yes, much rather!”
“I had not supposed you valued my company so highly. I ought to feel complimented. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I shall have to leave you here for a few weeks. This good lady will take good care of you.”
Herbert stole a glance at Mrs. Barton, who was watching him with mingled contempt and impatience, but he did not become any more reconciled to the prospect. He reiterated his request.
“I have had enough of this,” said Ford, sternly. “You will stop making a fuss if you know what is best for yourself. Good-by! You will hear from me soon.”
Herbert realized the uselessness of his resistance, and sank despondently upon the grass.
“Is he goin' to stay here, marm?” asked Abner, curiously.
“Yes; he's goin' to board with us.”
“Ho, ho!” laughed Abner; “he'll have a nice boardin' place!”