"Oh no, sir!" he replied.

"Amy never worries, and Ina and Charlotte won't." "Who is Amy ?" "Amy?
Why, Amy is my mother, of course." "And you are sure she won't worry ?" "Oh no, sir." The boy fairly laughed at the idea.

His honesty in this at least seemed unmistakable.
"Well, then," said Anderson, "come along and have dinner with me." The boy fairly leaped with delight as, still clinging to the man's hand, he passed up the little walk to the Anderson house.

He could smell the roast lamb and the green pease..