“Yes, indeed,” replied the Dean.
“Nen, I like you fornever,” Bug declared, shutting his lips so tightly that his checks puffed.
“How do you happen to have this child here, Burleigh?” questioned Fenneben.
“Because he's got nobody else to look after him,” answered Vic.
“How about an orphan asylum?”
Vic looked down at the little fellow cuddled against his arm, and every feature of his stern face softened.
“Will it make any difference about him if I get my lessons, sir? I can't let Bug go now. We are the limit for each other—neither of us got anybody else. I take care of him, but he keeps me from getting too coarse and rough. Every fellow needs something innocent and good about him sometimes.”
“Oh, no! Keep him if you want him. But would you mind telling me about him?”
“I'd rather not now,” Burleigh said, quietly, and Lloyd Fenneben knew when to drop a subject.
“Then I'm through with you for today, Burleigh. I must let Miss Saxon have my room now. Come here whenever you like, and bring Bug if you care to.”