Meantime Adam Ladd and Mr. Cobb had been having an animated conversation.
"I s'pose up to Boston, girls like that one are as thick as blackb'ries?" uncle Jerry said, jerking his head interrogatively in Rebecca's direction.
"They may be," smiled Adam, taking in the old man's mood; "only I don't happen to know one."
"My eyesight bein' poor 's the reason she looked han'somest of any girl on the platform, I s'pose?"
"There's no failure in my eyes," responded Adam, "but that was how the thing seemed to me!"
"What did you think of her voice? Anything extry about it?"
"Made the others sound poor and thin, I thought."
"Well, I 'm glad to hear your opinion, you bein' a traveled man, for mother says I 'm foolish 'bout Rebecky and hev been sence the fust. Mother scolds me for spoilin' her, but I notice mother ain't fur behind when it comes to spoilin'. Land! it made me sick, thinkin' o' them parents travelin' miles to see their young ones graduate, and then when they got here hevin' to compare 'em with Rebecky. Good-by, Mr. Ladd, drop in some day when you come to Riverboro."
"I will," said Adam, shaking the old man's hand cordially; "perhaps to-morrow if I drive Rebecca home, as I shall offer to do. Do you think Miss Sawyer's condition is serious?"
