"
Robert Morton, watching the mobile face, saw a pitiful sadness steal
into the blue eyes. A sudden shame surged over him.
"I ought to be able to do far more with my training than I have done,"
he answered humbly. "Dad has given me every chance."
"Think of it!" murmured Willie, scrutinizing him with hungering gaze.
"Think of havin' every chance to learn!"
For an interval he smoked in silence.
"Well," he asserted at length, "you've sure proved to-day that brains
with trainin' are better'n brains without. Now if Jan an' me--" he
broke off abruptly. "There! I wonder what in tunket's become of Jan,"
he speculated. "We've been so busy that he went clean out of my mind.
It's queer he didn't show up again. He ain't stayed away for a whole
day in all history. Mebbe he's took sick. I believe I'll trudge over
there an' find out what's got him. I mustn't go to neglectin' Jan,
inventin' or no inventin'."
He rose from his chair wearily.
"I reckon a note would do as well, though, as goin' over," he presently
remarked as an afterthought.
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