The young man smiled. “I reckon I must quit trying to make you a gentleman. Fact is, I don’t want you to be one any more.”
She slanted a look at him to see what that might mean and another up the car to make sure that Henderson was out of hearing.
“It was rather hopeless, wasn’t it?” she smiled. “We’ll do pretty well if we succeed in making me a lady in course of time. I’ve a lot to learn, you know.”
“Well, you got lots of time to learn it,” he replied cheerfully. “And I’ve got a notion tucked away in the back of my haid that you haven’t got such a heap to study up. Mrs. Mackenzie will put you next to the etiquette wrinkles where you are shy.”
A shadow fell on the piquant, eager face beside him. “Do you think she will love me?”
“I don’t think. I know. She can’t help it.”
“Because she is my mother? Oh, I hope that is true.”
“No, not only because she is your mother.”
She decided to ask for no more reasons. Henderson, pleased at the wide stretch of plain as only one who had missed the open air for many years could be, was on the observation platform in the rear of the car, one glance at his empty seat showed her. There was no safety for her shyness in the presence of that proverbial three which makes a crowd, and she began to feel her heart again in panic as once before. She took at once the opening she had given.
“I do need a mother so much, after growing up like Topsy all these years. And mine is the dearest woman in the world. I fell in love with her before, and I did not know who she was when I was at the ranch.”