once said to him recurred to him. "If a boy does you dirt," Beman had advised, "hit him in the eye."
"Why don't you do something to Lampert?" he suggested.
"There's nothing effective I can do to Lampert. Son, I have decided that the time has come when I must tell Mrs. Markyn about you. If she must know, I would rather she learned it all from me.
"After I have told her, I want her to see you. It may make it more possible for her to forgive me."
Peewee stared upward at him, startled. So this was why he had been brought here!
"Are you going to tell her now?" he asked uneasily.
"Not to-night. To-morrow will be the time, I think. Sallet will take care of you until I need you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, sir."
His father gazed down at him a moment as
