ager do the talking when there's any to be done. You need one as bad as anybody I ever saw, and I'm glad you've got a good one."
He gave Tom a slap on the shoulder, and Louise a knowing look, going his way with a grin, deaf to Tom's protestations that he never would touch a cent of it.
"Well, you are easy!" Mrs. Cowgill said, hurrying off after the banker as if the thousand dollar check in his pocket were a magnet that would draw her to the end of the world and over the edge.
Tom knew that she meant he was a bigger fool than she had thought any man of his size could possibly be. Louise looked at him tenderly. Tom felt that it was just as Judson Weaver had said. He was entirely in her hands.
"Get your hat," Louise directed him. "Let's take a walk down toward the river."
"Yes, Miss Louise."
"Oh, don't 'Miss Louise' me, Tom," she corrected, but with such great tenderness for his lubberly ways that it was almost a caress.
"No, ma'am," said Tom, contritely, coming up very red with his hat.
