I was on the corner and saw it all.
"I hope Mr.O'Hara wasn't hurt," remarked Gabriella, but her voice was not enthusiastic.
"To hear the kid run on," responded O'Hara, overpowered by embarrassment, "you'd think I'd really done something, wouldn't you?
Well, it wasn't anything.

It was as easy as--as eating.

Now, I was caught down in a mine once in Arizona--" "Tell me about it.

Mother, ask him to tell you about it," entreated Archibald.

The boy was obviously consumed with curiosity and delight.
Gabriella had never seen him so enthusiastic, so swept away by emotion.
Already, she suspected, he had fallen a victim to the passion of hero worship, and O'Hara--the man who spoke of "idees"-- was his hero! "I shall have to be careful," she thought.