“Don't you worry—come on in.”
The two sat on the porch. Below it the dimpled river shone through the rhododendrons and with his eyes fixed on it, the Hon. Sam slowly approached the thought of each.
“The old cabin in Lonesome Cove is just as the Tollivers left it.”
“None of them ever come back?” Budd shook his head.
“No, but one's comin'—Dave.”
“Dave!”
“Yes, an' you know what for.”
“I suppose so,” said Hale carelessly. “Did you send old Judd the deed?”
“Sure—along with that fool condition of yours that June shouldn't know until he was dead or she married. I've never heard a word.”
“Do you suppose he'll stick to the condition?”