The young man smiled. "I reckon I must quit trying to make you a
gentleman. Fact is, I don't want you to be one any more."
She slanted a look at him to see what that might mean and another
up the car to make sure that Henderson was out of hearing.
"It was rather hopeless, wasn't it?" she smiled. "We'll do pretty
well if we succeed in making me a lady in course of time. I've a
lot to learn, you know."
"Well, you got lots of time to learn it," he replied cheerfully.
"And I've got a notion tucked away in the back of my haid that
you haven't got such a heap to study up. Mrs. Mackenzie will put
you next to the etiquette wrinkles where you are shy."
A shadow fell on the piquant, eager face beside him. "Do you
think she will love me?"
"I don't think. I know. She can't help it."
"Because she is my mother? Oh, I hope that is true."
"No, not only because she is your mother."
She decided to ask for no more reasons. Henderson, pleased at the
wide stretch of plain as only one who had missed the open air for
many years could be, was on the observation platform in the rear
of the car, one glance at his empty seat showed her.
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