"Wesley Sinton, you don't mean to say that you think of keeping that creature here for some time ?" "No, I think of keeping a well-behaved little boy." Margaret set the supper on the table.

Seeing the old red cloth Wesley stared in amazement.

Then he understood.

Billy capered around in delight.
"Ain't that pretty ?" he exulted.

"I wish Jimmy and Belle could see.