Grant reflected that such implicit and unwarranted confidence implied a great responsibility, and he drove with corresponding care. A mishap now might nip this very delightful little bud of hero-worship.
They turned the end of the furrow with a fine jingle of loose trace-chains, and Prince trotted a little on account of being on the outer edge of the semicircle. The boy clapped his hands again as teddy bounced up and down on the great shoulders.
“Have you a little boy?” he asked, when they were started again.
“Why, no,” Grant confessed, laughing at the question.
“Why?”
There was no evading this childish inquisitor. He had a way of pursuing a subject to bedrock.
“Well, you see, I’ve no wife.”
“No mother?”
“No—no wife. You see—”
“But I have a mother—”