Vera had also taken a place on the ground with her two companions and Billy now reached over and took hold of her hand.
There was nothing sentimental or emotional in the unusual friendship between the boy and girl, although their devotion to each other was so apparent, and neither ever made the least effort at concealing it. But it was the kind of affection that sometimes exists, even if but rarely, between a brother and sister, and only when the sister is older and the brother unusual.
Vera’s hand was the larger of the two, or at least it appeared so, because the palm was broad and the fingers long and capable. It was the hand of a person whose ancestors had worked with their hands, while Billy’s hand was extraordinarily thin and delicate, with blue veins and long tapering fingers. Vera continued to hold it in hers as unconsciously as a mother might have done.
“Oh, don’t worry about me, please, Mrs. Webster?” she protested smiling. “What I most want is some day to be able to do some kind of work that is worth while. Billy is quite right; I do like work, although I don’t call the little things I do for him by any such name.”
Mollie Webster studied the two friends more closely than they appreciated. Although fond of Vera she could not help, motherlike, being slightly jealous of the friendship between Vera and her son. She accepted the fact of Vera’s better understanding of him; or if not understanding, at least her complete sympathy.
“I don’t believe I was worrying about you, Vera; I must be truthful,” Mrs. Webster continued. “You see, mothers are pretty selfish, so it was Billy I was actually thinking of. I don’t feel worried over your future; you’ll be sure to turn out all right, if you have the proper opportunities. But I don’t know what will become of Billy. You see, dear you are so—so—”
“Lazy,” Billy drawled, good humoredly, finishing his mother’s sentence. “Say the dreadful word; I don’t mind.”
Mrs. Webster shook her head. “I know you don’t worry over your future, and that is the worst of it. You don’t ever try to think of what you wish to do. Dan has already decided to be a scientific farmer, as his father is, and will study agriculture at college. But you, you won’t ever talk of what you would like to do. You know you won’t even exert yourself enough at the present time to get as strong as you should. If you would only walk about more. You might have ridden this afternoon with the others. Dan and Sally both said they would come back with you as soon as you wished, or if Vera had gone with you, she would have seen to you.”
Mrs. Mollie Webster’s tone was plaintive. She was apt to be plaintive in talking to Billy; it was so difficult to make him do what she wished. It was not that he opposed her, only that he did not seem to be convinced, or even aroused, by other people’s opinions of him.
He now remained placidly staring up at the sky.