Amos said slowly: “When you’re sorest at me—just give me credit for that.”
Chase exclaimed swiftly: “It doesn’t matter. It’s past. Done. All I want is—my boy. You, Wint.”
Wint was beginning to believe all was right with the world. He said slowly: “Even—after last night, dad? Hetty....”
“Yes,” said his father.
“Mother?” Wint asked. “She’ll.... Is she unhappy?”
“Why did you go away from us, Wint?” his father asked huskily. “Why did you run away?”
“I thought you wouldn’t want me at home.”
“We always want you.”
B. B. caught Amos Caretall’s eye; and he nodded slightly; and Amos understood. He said: “We’ll be moving, Wint. See you uptown, by and by.”
“Yes, I’ll be up,” Wint said.