"You couldn't possibly—and look the way you do. Haven't you heard from Belle yet?"
"Yes. She cabled a hundred dollars. We bought papa a wheel-chair."
Across the wheel-chair, Anne felt the thought leap to Roger's brain. They should have hired some one to help with James. She should have rested and taken walks and kept herself in condition for his coming. Like a valuable animal for his master's pleasure. She moved from Roger's hold, understanding of his resentment in her eyes.
"He can get out on the back porch now when it's sunny."
"That's nice," Roger said indifferently. "When is Belle coming back?"
"In a few weeks. She cabled from Genoa."
"Are you going to stay until she comes?"
"No—I don't think so—not unless you're going away again."
"I'm not going away that I know of."
"Then I'll be home to-morrow. I can't very well to-night because I made mamma go to Pinafore with Mrs. Welles. She won't be back till twelve and I can't leave papa and Rogie."