Alice came to the rescue.
“He means you look like my description of you, dear. I shall take great credit to myself.”
“You needn’t,” said Uncle Joseph, “for that’s only partly what I mean. She looks like what she does. What do you make of that?” he demanded, turning suddenly to Katy, who was regarding him with open-eyed curiosity.
Katy was startled but her keen wits hit the nail on the head promptly.
“I guess you mean she looks like she’d do anything she thought she ought to and you couldn’t make her if she didn’t want to.”
“Good for you, child, that’s just what I do mean—and it is a very valuable trait of character, little girls. Chicken Little, I was much obliged to you for showing me what I ought to do last winter.”
He drew her to him with an affectionate pat.
“And I am grateful to you for so many things, Jane. I shall never be able to half thank you, dear.” And Alice came over to give her another hug.
“Don’t praise the child so much, you’ll spoil her,” objected Mrs. Morton.
“I can’t help it, Mrs. Morton—she and Mr. Harding have given me Uncle Joseph and now it looks as if the letter she took to Mr. Harding, might give me back my father’s property and this old home.”