Chapter 23

"I am here," she called across to him. The small boy, who had climbed to the top of his fence, immediately joined the conversation: "Your girl's a winner, mister," he observed, critically. "Are you going to keep quiet?" demanded Brown, starting across the fence. "Sure," said the small boy, carelessly. And, settling down on his lofty perch of observation, he began singing: _"Lum' me an' the woild is mi-on._" The girl's cheeks became pinker; she looked at the small boy appealingly. "Little boy," she said, "if you'll …