And Jim resumed his seat with heightened color. A moment later, however, he went out to the kitchen.
"Look here, Molly," he said, "wha'd' you want to give me away for? He'll think I'm a sissy, helping you do dishes and things."
"My dear, my dear!" she exclaimed
contritely, "I didn't think of it. Please forgive me, Jim. Anyway, you don't really care what this man thinks about any of us——"
"Yes, I do! Anyway, a fellow doesn't want another fellow to think he washes dishes."
"You darling! Forgive me. I wasn't thinking. It was too stupid of me."
"It really was," said the boy, in his sweet, dignified voice, "and I'd been telling him that I'd shot ducks, too."
"'I'm so sorry, Jim.'"
[Pg 33]