William King caught his breath. No one could have heard the frightened
note in her voice without understanding David's impulse. The doctor
shared it. Evidently Sam had been making love to her, and her very
innocence made her quick to feel herself rebuked! William felt an
ardent desire to kick Sam Wright's Sam.
But Mrs. Richie was herself again; she laughed, though not quite
naturally, and sat down in the swing, swaying slightly back and forth
with an indolent push of her pretty foot. David lounged against her
knee, eying the doctor with frank displeasure. "I am sure," she said,
"I wish Sam would attend to his ledgers; it would be much better than
making visits."
"Dr. King," David said, gently, "I'll shake hands now, and say good-
by."
The laugh that followed changed the subject, although warm in
William's consciousness the thought remained that she had let him know
what the subject meant to her: he shared a secret with her! She had
told him, indirectly perhaps, but still told him, of her troubles with
young Sam. It was as if she had put out her hand and said, "Help me!"
Inarticulately he felt what David had said, "I'll take care of you!"
And his first care must be to make her forget what had distressed her.
He said with the air of one imparting interesting information, that
some time in the next fortnight he would probably go to Philadelphia
on business. "Can I do any errands for you? Don't you ladies always
want ribbons, or something."
"Does Mrs. King let you buy ribbons for her?" Helena asked.
"Ribbons! I am to buy yarn, and some particular brand of lye for
soap."
"Lye! How do you make soap out of lye?"
"You save all the "--William hesitated for a sufficiently delicate
word--"the--fat, you know, in the kitchen, and then you make soft
soap."
"Why! I didn't know that was how soap was made."
"I'm glad you didn't," said William King. "I mean--it's disagreeable,"
he ended weakly. And then, to David's open joy, he said good-by and
jogged off down the hill, leaving Mrs. Richie to her new
responsibilities of discipline.
"Now, David, come here. I've got to scold you."
David promptly climbed up into the swing and settled himself in her
lap. Then he snuggled his little nose down into her neck. "I'm a
bear," he announced. "I'm eating you. Now, you scream and I'll roar."