"My name is Morton—Bob Morton."
"Why! Then you must be the son of Aunt Tiny's brother?"
"Aunt Tiny!"
As she laughed he saw again the ravishing dimple and her even, white teeth.
"Oh, she isn't my real aunt," she explained. "I just call her that because I am so fond of her. I adore both her and Willie."
"Who is takin' my name in vain?" called a cheery voice, as the little inventor rounded the corner of the shed and entered the room. "Delight—as I live! I might 'a' known it was you. Well, well, dear child, if I'm not glad to see you."
He placed his hands on her shoulders and beamed into her blushing face while she bent and spread the loops of his soft tie out beneath his chin.
"How nice of you, Willie dear, to come back before I had gone!" she said, arranging the bow with exaggerated care.
"Bless your heart, I'd 'a' come back sooner had I known you were here," declared he affectionately. "What brings you, little lady?"
She pointed to the trinket dangling from Robert Morton's grasp.