"I shall call them Mr. and Mrs. Smith," he said with decision. And then fell silent again.
"You came to Old Chester in the stage with Mr. Pryor," she said after a while; "he told me you were a very nice little boy."
"How did he know?" demanded David.
"He is very nice himself," Helena said smiling.
David meditated. "Is that gentleman my enemy?"
"Of course not! he isn't anybody's enemy," she told him reprovingly.
David turned silently to his rabbits.
"Why did you think he was your enemy?" she persisted.
"I only just hoped he wasn't; I don't want to love him."
"What!"