When he was out of hearing, Mr. Ross said thoughtfully, "It won't do for that lad to remain in this neighbourhood, I see. I must have a talk about him again with Dr. Lilly, and probably with Brock. Something must be decided as to his future, and if he really has talent above the average he must be put in the right way towards making it of use."
Ferdy's eyes sparkled; sorry as he would be to be parted from Jesse, this was what he, as well as Miss Lilly, had long been hoping for. Before he had time to say anything, a tap at the door told that the two boys were outside.
"Come in," said Mr. Ross, and then Jesse reappeared, half leading, half pushing his small cousin before him.
Mrs. Ross was touched by Barney's white face and general air of delicacy.
"Don't look so scared," she heard Jesse whisper to him.
"You must be tired, Barney," she said kindly. "Jesse and you must have some tea before you go back to Draymoor."
"Jesse's not to go back to Draymoor, mamma," said Ferdy, looking up quickly.
"No," said Mr. Ross, "that is what I wish to speak to Barney about. Will you tell your father, Barney—is it to your father's house that Jesse goes on Sundays generally?"
"No, sir, please, sir, I haven't a father—mother and me's alone. It's my uncle's."