“What is?”
“Where Mr. Armour went.”
Peggy’s heart almost missed a beat. She tried to keep her voice calm. “Can’t you tell me?”
The kicking increased to a thunderous volley. “Nope,” Tommy said abruptly.
“Oh, please,” Peggy begged. “I want to see him so badly.”
Tommy’s lower lip stuck out as he considered Peggy’s request. “I want to see him too,” he announced.
“Well, if you tell me where he is,” Peggy said, “maybe I can get him to come back.”
The kicking stopped a second time as Tommy paused to appraise this new idea. Then quite suddenly, he disappeared. For a moment Peggy thought he had gone back into his house, but the next instant, a gate swung open and Tommy marched into the yard, holding a banjo in one hand. He stopped in front of Peggy and looked at her earnestly. “Honest?” he said. “You really think you can get him to come see me?”
“I’ll try,” Peggy promised. “I’ll try as hard as I can.”
Indecision was stamped all over Tommy’s face, but in the end the desire to see his old friend won out.