looked. The heavy brows came down over his cold, gray eyes. "You did?" he said.
"Yes, sir. I ran away because I didn't want her to be told, but now I don't care if you tell her because she's going to be told anyway."
"What's this?" Beman demanded. "Who's going to tell her?"
Peewee considered his reply to this. "My grandfather is going to make my father tell her."
"Make him?" Beman exclaimed.
"Yes, sir."
"How?"
"He's going to show in court that he was married to my mother." Courts were places well known to Peewee; he swung one leg to and fro and smiled at Beman. "They say they found what shows in her trunk."
"Found what?"
"I don't know. It shows that he was married to her."
"A marriage certificate?"
"I don't know. My father says they made it up themselves."
