"You mustn't mind what the child says, Mr. Winslow," she explained,
hurriedly. "Of course I realize perfectly that this house is yours
and you certainly have the right to do what you please with your
own. And I have known all the time that we were here merely on
trial."
Jed lifted a big hand.
"Er--er--just a minute, ma'am, please," he begged. "I--I guess my
wooden head is beginnin' to splinter or somethin'. Please answer
me just this--if--if you'd just as soon: Why are you movin' back to
Luretta's?"
It was her turn to look wonderingly at him. "Why, Mr. Winslow,"
she said, after a moment's hesitation, "isn't that rather an
unnecessary question? When Babbie and I came here it was with the
understanding that we were to be on trial for a month. We had gone
into no details at all, except that the rent for this one month
should be forty dollars. You were, as I understood it, to consider
the question of our staying and, if you liked us and liked the idea
of renting the house at all, you were to come to me and discuss the
matter. The month is up and you haven't said a word on the
subject. And, knowing what your feelings HAD been, I of course
realized that you did not wish us to remain, and so, of course, we
are going. I am sorry, very sorry. Babbie and I love this little
house, and we wish you might have cared to have us stay in it, but--"
"Hold on! hold on!" Jed was, for him, almost energetic.
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