“No, but I’ve seen Laura London. She’s all the nice things you’ve said about her.”
Curly grew enthusiastic, “Ain’t she the dandiest girl ever? She’s the right kind of a friend. And pretty—with that short crinkly hair the color of ripe nuts! You would not think one person could own so many dimples as she does when she laughs. It’s just like as if she had absorbed sunshine and was warming you up with her smile.”
“I see she has made a friend of you.”
“You bet she has.”
Miss Cullison shot a swift slant glance at him. “If you’ll come back this afternoon you can meet her. I’m going to have all those dimples and all that sunshine here in the box with me.”
“Maybe that will draw Sam to you.”
“I’m hoping it will. But I’m afraid not. He avoids us. When they met he wouldn’t speak to Father.”
“That’s the boy of it. Just the same he feels pretty bad about the quarrel. I reckon there’s nothing to do but keep an eye on him and be ready for Soapy’s move when he makes it.”
“I’m so afraid something will happen to Sam.”
“Now don’t you worry, Miss Kate. Sam is going to come out of this all right. We’ll find a way out for him yet.”