“You don't seem to understand,” he said, “this is my affair.”
“I beg your pardon, sir, I don't understand.”
“Why, I'm taking care of this little girl.”
“Oh, well, you see I didn't know that. I've only been here two days. But”—his frank, generous face broke into a winning smile—“you don't go to school. You'll let me watch out for her there?”
“Sure! I'll be very grateful.”
“Not at all, sir—not at all. It was a great pleasure and I think I'll have lots of fun.” He looked at June, whose grateful eyes had hardly left his face.
“So don't you soil your little fist any more with any of 'em, but just tell me—er—er—”
“June,” she said, and a shy smile came through her tears.
“June,” he finished with a boyish laugh. “Good-by sir.”
“You haven't told me your name.”