“Then I shall expect you,” he said with a sudden change of tone.
Phœbe went in, thinking the while how odd this boy was. She wondered casually why Judge Ferguson had placed so much confidence in him. There was still a good deal of mystery about this affair and Phœbe did not yet know what the lawyer intended to do to checkmate old Elaine. However, she was content to trust her father’s friend, and greatly relieved to be able to return that dreadful money to the covetous woman.
After dinner she walked with Phil to the gate. Said he:
“Have you anything to tell me?”
“Not yet, Phil,” she answered softly. “Try to be patient, for all is well, I’m sure, and we’re going to be very happy when these troubled days are over.”
He said no more, but bent and kissed her and went on his way.
After accomplishing a few household duties and bandaging a cut on Becky’s arm—it seemed the girl was always hurting herself—and helping Don find his cap, which he always mislaid when he came in, Phœbe remembered her promise to Toby Clark and slipped away unobserved to his station in the lane.
She found the little clerk staring fixedly at the window where Gran’pa Eliot sat. He gave a start as the girl approached, and then his freckled face lit up with a smile.
“I want you to watch Miss Halliday for me, for half an hour,” he said.
“Where is she?”