Lite was still perfectly willing to let Jean manage this affair in her own way, but that did not mean that he would not continue to watch over her.

Lite was much like a man who lets a small boy believe he is driving a skittish team all alone.

Jean believed that she was acting alone in this, as in everything else.

She had yet to learn that Lite had for three years been always at hand, ready to take the lines if the team proved too fractious for her.
Art turned and put out his hand.

"Why, hello, Lite! Sure, you can come along; glad to have you." He eyed Lite questioningly.