Some time later, the Kid cantered up to the porch. He went straight to a bowed figure in the big chair, and pulled down the hands from the hidden face.
“I’m hungry, Barb’ra,” he said. “Isn’t supper ready?”
Barbara put her arms around him, and hugged him tightly.
“You like me, little brother, don’t you?” she said.
“Of course,” answered the Kid, nonchalantly; “and I’m hungry.”
Barbara took him by the hand, and led him gently into the house.
“I think I can find something for hungry little boys,” she said.