aid the old man gently. "Sleepin',
Guy Little? I won't have her woke!"

"Woke, your eyebrow!" chuckled Guy Little. "I'd say she's gone for
a--a dip, too, your majesty. An'--an', between just the two of us ol'
fellers, hers is purty near as immodes' as his! Fact, an' I don't care
whose granddaughter she is. Blue, you know; an' not very much of it.
An' a red cap. An'--I couldn't see very well through the curtains an'
I dasn't let 'em know I was lookin'. Only don't you let her know we
know; why, bless her little simple heart, she ain't got the least idea
how pretty an'--an'----immodes'----"

Old man Packard fixed him with a knowing eye.

"Ain't she?" he demanded. "Ain't she, Guy Little? Why, if there's one
thing in this world worth knowin' that my granddaughter don't know--
Go order breakfas' ready in two shakes, Guy Little."

"I did," said Guy Little. "It's ready already. There they come.
Happy-lookin', ain't they? Like a couple kids."

"An' see that them two new saddle-horses is ready right after breakfas'
for 'em, Guy Little."

"They're ready now," chuckled Guy Little. "I remembered."

"An--an' she likes----"

"Flowers on the table? An' her grapefruit stacked high with sugar?
An' the coffee with hot milk? Don't I know nothin' a-tall, Packard?"

Steve and Terry, dripping and laughing, breaking into a run as they
came on across the meadow, spied the big man and the little at the
window and shouted a joyous good morning and Terry threw them a kiss
apiece. And old man Packard, his hands on his hips, a look of
absolute, ineffable content in his eyes, said softly:

"I've made a mistake or two in my life, Guy Little. But ain't I lived
long enough to squeeze in a blunder or so here an' there? An' I've
made a mistake a time or two on a man."

"Blenham did fool you pretty slick," suggested Guy Little.

"But," went on the old man hurriedly, "I know a real, upstandin',
thoroughbred----"

"Fairy Queen of a woman."

"Fairy Queen of a woman when I see her. An' that little thing out
there, her eyes shinin' like I ain't seen a pair of eyes shine for
more'n fifty year, Guy Little--why, sir, she's what I call a-- Why,
she's a Packard, man!"

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