Martin"s blue eyes lit up. He made sure James saw the peaches stamped on the can, threw back his head, and pretended to drink. “By damn that"s good!” He too smacked his lips. “Uncle went and put some milk in it.” He grinned at James. “I"ll bet Lorenz will trade you for some of the candy.”
Green envy fought on James"s face, twisting the features and lighting up his eyes with hope. Then determination stilled the desire. “I"m not drinking after you two,” he declared. He popped a red ball in his mouth and worked it as deliberately as he had the taffy. “Besides, if Uncle Mac had any, it"s all gone.”
Rolfe was laughing in short snorts. “Und that"s vhy he"ll be a Pastor someday. Du can tempt him, but by golly he"s got brains.”
Martin shrugged, totally unconcerned that a ten-year-old had refuse
