"
"Course 'twould," nodded Willie. "You stay right here, like as if
nothin' had happened, an' think calmly about it a little while, child.
You ain't got to decide a thing at present; furthermore, there may not
be anything for you to decide. We've no way of figgerin' what
your--your--relations mean to do. Just trust 'em a bit. They're Bob's
friends an' I guess we can count on 'em to act as is fair an' right."
"They _are_ Bob's friends, aren't they?" repeated the girl, her face
brightening as if the fact, hitherto forgotten, gave her confidence.
"And splendidly loyal friends too," the young man put in eagerly.
"Then I will trust them," she said. "It isn't as if they were
strangers."
How Robert Morton longed to go to her, to tell her in her sweet
dependence how eager he was for the day when no friend of his should be
a stranger to her; when their lives would be so closely intertwined
that every interest, every hope, every thought of his should be hers
also. Perhaps the unuttered wish that trembled on his lips was
reflected in his eyes, for after looking up at him she suddenly dropped
her lashes and, turning away, followed Tiny into the house.
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