You don't mind, do you ?" "No, I don't mind," and the man's voice was a little less gruff as he looked at Marjorie's pretty smiling face.

Then he gave her another look, somewhat more scrutinizing, and then he looked again at King.

"You want a drink of water, do you ?" and the look of interest in his round black eyes seemed to become intensified.

"Well, I'll tell you what to do; you go right straight along that little path through the grass, and after a few steps, you'll find some people, and they'll give you a drink of water with pleasure, and a nice cup to drink it out of." "Is it far ?" asked Marjorie, for she couldn't see any signs of habitation, and did not wish to delay too long.
"No; 'tain't a dozen steps.

Just behind that clump of trees yonder; you can't miss it." "A farmhouse, I suppose," said King.
"Well, not just exactly a farmhouse," said the man, "but you go on, you youngsters, and whoever you see when you get there, tell 'em Jim sent you." "We will; and thank you, Jim," said Marjorie, suddenly remembering her manners.
"You're welcome," said the man, and again his voice was gruff as at first.
"Somehow I don't like it, Mops," said King, who had a troubled look on his face as they walked swiftly along the path indicated.
"Don't like what ?" "His sending us over here.