"I don't think he cared about going himself."
"Did he ever say anything about not caring to go?"
"I don't think I ever heard him express himself on the subject; but the work he was doing here, of course, was very important. Anybody who was connected with steel production in any way felt that they were being a great deal more useful on this side of the ocean."
"Whatever your father was doing on this side of the ocean, I guess his soul and his spirit was all the way across it."
"I think you are mistaken, Grandmother."
Grandmother Swift looked at her granddaughter over the rim of her bi-focal glasses, and smiled.
"It's one o' the easiest things in this world to be mistaken, Elizabeth," she said.
Elizabeth put out her hand for her glass of milk, and began to drink it with a sudden meekness.
"You go and set yourself in the chair by the bed, and finish your milk, and I'll lay back your bed for you. There's a golden robin has a nest in that tree, and I guess there'll be a family there pretty soon."
"You mean an oriole, don't you, Grandmother? Oh, I'm crazy to see one."