"Of course if you're too busy to leave--"

I remembered the position he had found me in and I rather think I had
turned red. He did not smile, but there was a sort of grim twinkle in
his eyes.

"I'll come," I said.

"Much obliged. I won't keep you long. Come on."

He led the way and I followed, rebellious, and angry, not so much with
him as with myself. I wished now that I had gone over to the Colton
place when I first received the summons to court, instead of making
proclamations of defiance to mother and Lute Rogers. This seemed such
a complete backdown. As we passed the house I saw Lute peering from the
barn. I devoutly hoped he might not see me, but he did. His mouth opened
and he stared. Then, catching my eye, he winked triumphantly. I wanted
to punch his head.

The King of New York walked briskly on in silence until we were just at
the edge of the grove by the Shore Lane. Then he stopped and turned to
me.

"You own all this land, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Humph! Get a good view from here."

I admitted that the view was good. At that particular point it embraced