The man "Harry" also looked abstractedly at his plate, as if he was saying grace.

Clarence wondered who "she" was, and why two little tears dropped from Mrs.Peyton's lashes into Susy's milk, and whether Susy might not violently object to it.

He did not know until later that the Peytons had lost their only child, and Susy comfortably drained this mingled cup of a mother's grief and tenderness without suspicion.
"I suppose we'll come up with their train early tomorrow, if some of them don't find us to-night," said Mrs.Peyton, with a long sigh and a regretful glance at Susy.

"Perhaps we might travel together for a little while," she added timidly.
Harry laughed, and Mr.Peyton replied gravely, "I am afraid we wouldn't travel with them, even for company's sake; and," he added, in a lower and graver voice, "it's rather odd the search party hasn't come upon us yet, though I'm keeping Pete and Hank patrolling the trail to meet them." "It's heartless--so it is!" said Mrs.Peyton, with sudden indignation.
"It would be all very well if it was only this boy, who can take care of himself; but to be so careless of a mere baby like this, it's shameful!" For the first time Clarence tasted the cruelty of discrimination.

All the more keenly that he was beginning to worship, after his boyish fashion, this sweet-faced, clean, and tender-hearted woman.