“Yes, sir.”
“Know my boy?”
“Yes, sir. I—I went to see him this morning. I thought maybe he would ask you for me, but—he——”
Gordon floundered, and a tiny smile moved the corners of Mr. Brent’s straight lips.
“He didn’t care to, eh? Well, Merrick, you’re welcome to use the field as long as you don’t interfere with the engineers or workmen. I believe they’re going to survey there for the street in a week or so.”
“Thank you, Mr. Brent.”
“All right. I dare say you boys are going to miss that playground.”
“Yes, sir, we are. It—it’s been a fine place for us.”
“Yes. Sorry I can’t let you have the use of it longer, but I need the ground. I suppose you can find another field without much trouble.”
“I think so,” agreed Gordon doubtfully.