Tommy looked anxiously at his mother.
"It is my opinion," he exclaimed, "that you would be better without either, of such men as Thompson or Smithers."
"Remember, Tommy, that he is your father."
"I know it, and cannot help feeling sorry for it. He is a bold, bad man, and although he says he will lead a good life in future, I am sure he'll never be anything but a thief, and a low one at that."
The unhappy woman shook her head sadly.
"I fear," she said, "that there is no rest for me this side of the grave. I must fulfill my destiny."
Covering her face with her hands she wept bitterly.
Tommy went outside and walked up and down in deep thought, for he was in the midst of plenty now, which seemed to make a man of him.
He felt restless and excited. Coming events cast their shadows before, and he had that remarkable silent admonition that something of great importance was about to happen.
He was roused from his meditation by his mother's voice.