You've been to
see Mr. Pearson."
"Hey?" He started, leaned back and regarded her with astonishment and
some alarm.
"You've been to see Mr. Pearson," she repeated, "haven't you?"
"Why--why, yes, Caroline, I have--to tell you the truth. I don't see how
you knew, but," nervously, "I hope you don't feel bad 'cause I did. I
go to see him pretty often. You see, I think a good deal of him--a whole
lot of him. _I_ think he's a fine young feller. Course I know you don't,
and so I never mention him to you. But I do hope you ain't goin' to ask
me not to see him."
She shook her head. "No," she said. "I would have no right to ask that,
even if I wished to. And I do not wish it. Uncle Elisha, if you were
alone here, he would come to see you; I know he would. Invite him to
come, please."
His astonishment was greater than ever.
"Invite him to come HERE?" he asked. "To see you?"
"No," hastily; "to see you. This is your home. I have no right to keep
your friends from visiting it. I know you would sacrifice everything
for me, even them; but I will not be so selfish as to allow it. Ask him
here, please. I really want you to."
He pulled his beard. "Caroline," he answered slowly, "I'm much obliged
to you. I understand why you're doin' this, and I thank you.
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