“And I don’t,” remarked Jack.
“Why not?” said Lyndsay, coldly.
Jack flushed as he caught Anne’s eye. “Oh, you can’t like everybody.”
Anne said, in a quiet aside, “Jackey, your giants are not all dead,” and he was silent.
“Mr. Carington was at Dorothy’s when I got there. He came to pay for the milk they get. By the way, papa, he told me to say that on Thursday he had to go to Mackenzie, and that he would call as he went by and get the draft you wanted cashed, and please to leave word how you wanted it. Oh, I forgot, he said afterward that you could tell him to-morrow night; and, Pardy, he wants you to let Jack go with him on Friday, to look for a bear they have seen some distance back of the camp, above the burnt lands.”
Meanwhile Anne was quietly glancing at her niece’s face. Now this proposal was fire-hot embers to Master Jack.
“Oh, I can’t go! Hang bears!” he said.
“He did not tell me to tell you, Jack; but he did say he had been hard on you, and I think so, too.”
And now Anne Lyndsay put on her glasses.
“Well, Jack,” said his father, “how is it?”