"Look at your brother," he exclaimed after a while. "I always told Tim that if he knew what was best he'd stay right here and——"
"If you told him that now, he would laugh at you," I interrupted.
Weston looked surprised.
"Does he like work?" he exclaimed.
"The boy is in love," I answered.
Weston dropped the hickory twig, and turning, gazed at me.
"I knew that," he said. "I knew that long ago."
"With Edith Parker," I hastened to explain. "You know her?"
"Oh—oh," he muttered.
He pulled out a cigar-case and a box of matches and spent a long time getting a light.