“Thank you. I’m glad to get home.”
“Fetchin’ company?” with a glance at young Niles.
“No, he’s going farther on,” and Tavia wondered why it was so difficult for her to make such a trifling remark.
“Well, I’m glad he came this way, at any rate,” the woman continued. “But Daddy will be goin’ without the other can,” and she turned off again in the direction of the barn.
“Are there more?” Bob asked Tavia, cautiously.
“I’m afraid so,” she replied. “But I guess she can manage them.”
“My mother would disown me if she knew I let her,” Bob asserted, bravely. “This is an experience not in the itinerary,” and he scampered up the hill, and made for the barn after Mrs. Blair.
Tavia could not help but admire him. After all, she thought, a good-looking lad could be useful, if only for carrying milk cans.
“And has that young gent gone after the can?” asked Daddy, as if just awaking from some dream.
“Yes,” Tavia replied, rather sharply. “He wouldn’t let Mrs. Blair carry such a heavy thing.”