“Guess there's somethin' wrong about that book—somethin' wrong. Conquer the United States?”
Cynthia smiled. She herself did not realize that we were not a part of the world, then.
“He conquered Europe; where all the kings and queens are, and became a king himself—an emperor.”
“I want to-know!” said Jethro. “You said he was a poor boy?”
“Why don't you read the book, Jethro?” Cynthia answered. “I am sure I can get Miss Lucretia to let you have it.”
“Don't know as I'd understand it,” he demurred.
“I'll try to explain what you don't understand,” said Cynthia, and her heart gave a bound at the very idea.
“Will You?” he said, looking at her eagerly. “Will you? You mean it?”
“Certainly,” she answered, and blushed, not knowing why. “I-I must be going,” and she gathered up the reins.
“When will you give it to me?”