Fairchild, in a tone of annoyance, as if the acknowledgment was extremely repugnant to him. 'I don't approve of it. It's against my principles.'
'And if Sheilah should come and want to know why I left'
'We're cutting down help anyway, as it happens.'
'I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Fairchild.'
'I don't want your thanks,' snapped Mr. Fairchild.
But Sheilah didn't go to Mr. Fairchild to know why Felix left.
'You awake, Felix?' she called softly during the dark hours of an early dawn a few days later.
'Yes, I'm awake,' he replied from his bed a few feet away.
'How would you like to go upand help your father, now that you're looking for something new to do?'
'You mean for us to go up and live in Terry?'
'Yes, that's what I was thinking.'
'And for me to help father on the place? Father spends most of his time with his hens and in his garden now.'
'Well, there is a box-factory in Terry. You could probably get work there, and help your father on the place besides. And possibly,' she added, 'since
