Tom regarded Mrs. Merton attentively. The face was careworn, but very different from granny’s. On the whole, it inspired her with some degree of confidence.
“If she wouldn’t lick me very often,” she said.
“How about that, Martha?” he asked.
“I think I can promise that,” said Mrs. Merton, amused in spite of herself.
“Of course you will have to work. My sister will find something for you to do.”
“I aint afraid of work,” said Tom, “if I only get enough to eat, and aint licked.”
“You see, Tom, I feel an interest in you.”
“You’re a brick!” said Tom, gratefully.
“Little girl,” said Mrs. Merton, shocked, “you mustn’t use such language in addressing my brother.”
“Never mind, Martha; she means it as a compliment.”