Cynthia looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
“F-fetched it up from the capital for you, Cynthy—for you.”
“For me!”
A strange thrill ran through Jethro Bass as he gazed upon the wonder and delight in the face of the child.
“F-fetched it for you, Cynthy.”
For a moment Cynthia sat very still, and then she slowly closed the book and stared at the cover again, Jethro looking down at her the while. To tell the truth, she found it difficult to express the emotions which the event had summoned up.
“Thank you—Uncle Jethro,” she said.
Jethro, however, understood. He had, indeed, never failed to understand her from the beginning. He parted his coat tails and sat down on the rock beside her, and very gently opened the book again, to the first chapter.
“G-goin' to read it, Cynthy?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, and trembled again.