Jed turned a wondering face in their direction.

He stared without speaking.
Mrs.Armstrong felt that some one must say something.
"You mustn't mind what the child says, Mr.Winslow," she explained, hurriedly.

"Of course I realize perfectly that this house is yours and you certainly have the right to do what you please with your own.

And I have known all the time that we were here merely on trial." Jed lifted a big hand.
"Er--er--just a minute, ma'am, please," he begged.

"I--I guess my wooden head is beginnin' to splinter or somethin'.