"And I wish you would tell these people what you told me, young man.

Don't be afraid to speak frankly; it is rather amazing but not at all impossible, as I can testify.

In fact," he added dryly, "my presence here ought to settle any doubt of that.

Just tell them, young man, about your mother." Swan was the last to enter the kitchen, and he stood leaning against the closed door, turning his old hat round and round, his eyes going swiftly from face to face.

They were watching him, and Swan blushed a deep red while he told them about his mother in Boise, and how he could talk to her with his thoughts.