“Just as good as the day you got hit.”
“Well, can't you——”
“Right now! Does June know?”
“Not yet. I'm going to tell her now. June!” he called.
“Yes, dear.” Uncle Billy moved hurriedly to the door.
“You just wait till I git out o' here.” He met June in the outer room.
“Where are you going, Uncle Billy?”
“Go on, baby,” he said, hurrying by her, “I'll be back in a minute.”
She stopped in the doorway—her eyes wide again with sudden anxiety, but Hale was smiling.
“You remember what you said at the Pine, dear?” The girl nodded and she was smiling now, when with sweet seriousness she said again: “Your least wish is now law to me, my lord.”