“You’re all right, daddy; and we love you!” exclaimed Reggie, earnestly.
The great mill owner flushed with pleasure, and his eyes grew bright and moist.
“But,” observed Gladys, her mouth full of bread and butter, “mamma scolds me lots a’ times.”
“Hush!” commanded her father, sternly; and a cloud came over his face and drove the joy from his eyes.
CHAPTER VI.
A BOY AND A MILLIONAIRE.
Will Carden, little the worse for his ducking of the day before, sat in his little “office” at the end of the barn, his feet braced against the heater, his chair tipped backward, and his eyes fastened upon an open letter he held in both hands.
He had read it a dozen times since Peter, the coachman up at the big house, had brought it to him, and he was now reading it once more.