"Here."
"Oh, you do look funny.… Get up, Lenorry. Did you hear the shooting last night?"
Instantly Lenore sat up and stared.
"No. Was there any?"
"You bet. But I don't know what it was all about."
Lenore dispelled her dreamy state, and, hurriedly dressing, she went down to breakfast. Her father and Rose were still at the table.
"Hello, big eyes!" was his greeting.
And Rose, not to be outdone, chirped, "Hello, old sleepy-head!"
Lenore's reply lacked her usual spontaneity. And she felt, if she did not explain, the wideness of her eyes. Her father did not look as if anything worried him. It was a way of his, however, not to show stress or worry. Lenore ate in silence until Rose left the dining-room, and then she asked her father if there had been shooting.
"Sure," he replied, with a broad smile. "Jake turned his guns loose on them prowlin' men last night. By George! you ought to have heard them run. One plumped into the gate an' went clear over it, to fall like a log. Another fell into the brook an' made more racket than a drownin' horse. But it was so dark we couldn't catch them."