"Is it so long?"
"I was wondering if I might look in sometimes on Mrs. Day—"
"Mama is always busy, thank you."
"At your place, then?—Just to see—Bessie?"
"I'm sure I don't know. You'd better ask Bessie herself."
"I'll ask her when I call. Whoa! Steady, you fool! Steady! What time could
I come when I shouldn't be in the way?"
"We're always busy. Always. I think perhaps you'd better not come at all."
"Thank you! Why?"
"You used to come, if you remember; and you gave up coming," Deleah said. The small face turned to him was unsmiling and proud. The clear eyes of pale hazel looked past the fine young man on the beautiful fidgeting horse.
"I'm more my own master now," he said. "I should like to look in upon you all again, Deleah."