"Look at that water, will you? Just beyond
that ragged old sycamore! That fellow must have been a whale. Isn't this
great?"
"The best of life," said Mr. Winton, stooping to kiss Leslie as he said
good-night to both.
CHAPTER XIII
_A Safe Proposition_
When Mickey posted his letter, in deep thought he slowly walked home. That
night his eyes closed with a feeling of relief. He was certain that when
Peter and his wife and children talked over the plan he had suggested they
would be anxious to have such a nice girl as Lily in their home for a
week. He even went so far as the vague thought that if they kept her until
fall, they never would be able to give her up, and possibly she could
remain with them until he could learn whether her back could be cured, and
make arrangements suitable for her. In his heart he felt sure that Mr.
Bruce or Miss Leslie would help him take care of her, but he had strong
objections to them. He thought the country with its clean air, birds,
flowers and quiet the best place for her; if he allowed them to take her,
she would be among luxuries which would make all he could do
unappreciated.
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