“Your mother is very kind to everybody, dear.”
“Is she? Then why don’t Sarah, and Ann, and Edith, and Johnson, like her? I know they don’t, for I’ve heard them talking. They all love you, daddy.”
Canterton looked at her gravely.
“You mustn’t listen to what everybody says. And never tell tales of everybody. Come along, old lady, we’ll go down to the Wilderness.”
“I wish you’d come, Miss Eve.”
“I wish I could, but I mustn’t to-day.”
“I do like you so much, really I do.”
Eve drew Lynette close and kissed her with impulsive tenderness. And Canterton, who saw the love in the kiss, felt that he was standing at the gateway of mystery.