"So that was what put you in such a humor. I thought it was Stuart."
"You did?"
"Yes; I know you don't like him—but, I think you are prejudiced."
"Oh, you do?" And she saw the same inscrutable smile on his face that she had noticed when he looked at Stuart.
"There—there," she laughed, throwing up her hand as if to check him, "don't tell me again that I am too anxious to judge people; but he is a good fellow."
"And you are a good girl," he said warmly, looking down at her with so much feeling in his face that Stuart, glancing toward them, was startled into strange conjectures at the revelation in it. It was the first time he had ever seen them talking together.
"And you're a plucky girl, too," added Genesee, "else you wouldn't stand here talking to me before everyone. I'll remember it always of you. Tillikum, good-night."