“Bejabers, Misther Frank, have yez lost yer powers av penetration?”
“I reckon yo’ am way off, Marse Frank,” rejoined Pomp.
“What are you fellows driving at?” asked Frank, in surprise.
“Why, dat ar’ gal, she am got one ob de bes’ friends in de worl’. Jes’ yo’ cast yo’ eye ober dar an’ see dat spruce young feller what am walkin’ wid her.”
Frank did “cast his eye” in the direction indicated, and saw Bessie and young Walter Barrows approaching.
There was a particularly happy light upon the faces of both.
“Pshaw!” muttered Frank. “That young fellow can’t marry her yet. She’s got to have a home in the meanwhile. Miss Rodman, one moment, please.”
The lovers paused, and Frank said brusquely:
“I can understand your position, Bessie, very well, and I know that you need a home. I can only offer to take you to Readestown with me, and my wife will do all in her power——”
“One moment, sir,” said Barrows, with burning face. “You are very kind, but let me first explain. I am this lady’s natural protector for life.”