"What has made her want to go?"
"She doesn't want it. But he has worked upon her. He's told her she is bad; some dreadful things I guess he said. I don't believe in that man, Osmond. I never did, first minute I laid eyes on him."
"No, grannie, he's not to be believed."
"I thought maybe you'd better have the night-time to think it over in. You may want to do something."
"Grannie, what can I do?"
"I don't know, son. But you're the head of the house."
Again he strode away on his impatient march, and grannie waited and prayed a little, and thought how her knees ached and how she hoped God would help him. He was back again.
"You know how it is with me?" he said roughly.
"Yes, child."
"It's a big proposition."