"You bet I do! No end. So does the Britisher." "The Britisher?" "Yes, you know,--the lord fellow that's got eyes, but no chin to speak of. You've seen him, ain't you?" "Never had that pleasure." "That so? Thought you had. He's in plain sight here a lot." "He hasn't been in plain sight much from this window," said Lawrence. The boy looked at him keenly. "Got a pain?" he asked. "No. Why?" "You spoke so sharp. I s'pose you ache a good deal?" "Some. Are you always with Maxwell when he comes?" "Lordy! no, I ain't. In the evening, if he 'n' Prue are walkin' round in the garden, I ain't with 'em then. But I'm along if they ride horseback, or go in the boat,--the Britisher's boat, you know,--or wheelin', and so on. Prue says I make things more interestin'." "Oh, you go to make things interesting?" "That's about it." Leander's shrewd little eyes would roam about the moor and then come back to the face of the man on the lounge. He now added, "But I guess I don't make things as interestin' as Prue does." "I guess you don't." "No, you bet. She's a one-er for that, ain't she?" he remarked, with animation. "Yes, she is." There was a short silence now, during which Leander took a set of jackstones from his right pocket and began a game on his knee, getting no farther, however, than "two-sers," as his knee was very small. Lawrence watched him. He was amused and interested. There were many questions he might ask, but he would not interrogate the boy, save in a general way. "The Britisher never wants to go back to his hotel," at last remarked Leander. "I don't see why he stays at a hotel if he doesn't want to stay. I say, do lords always have that sort of a chin?" "I don't know." "And when they come over here, do they always put their wives into some kind of sulphur springs?" "I don't know." "'Cause that's where his wife is, in sulphur springs, and it don't do her any good, either." Lawrence burst into a laugh, and, after staring an instant, Leander joined him shrilly. After that the conversation turned to other subjects. Leander gave a detailed account of how his nose was finally stopped from bleeding, and informed his friend that, though his mother was scared almost to death, he himself was not in the least alarmed. Having exhausted this subject, he went to the window and immediately cried out, "There's Devil! Do you know what I'm doin' when I ain't chaperonin'?" No, Lawrence did not know. "I'm teachin' Devil to carry letters,--just as if he were a carrier-dove, you know." Here he chuckled. "You oughter have heard Flora Blair sing, 'Oh, carry these lines to my lady-love!'" Leander raised his voice to a high squeak and shut his eyes languishingly as he mimicked the singer. He opened them again and continued: