“Better, boysie?” asked Mrs. Orly turning anxiously towards the open door.
“Yes, my love,” said Mr. Orly cheerfully.
“I am glad, boy—I’ll get my things on—the carriage’ll be here in a minute.”
She departed at a run and Mr. Orly came in and sat heavily down in a chair set against the slope of the wall close by and facing Miriam.
“Phoo” he puffed, “I’ve been taking phenacetin all day; you don’t get heads do you?”
Miriam smiled and began preparing a reply.
“How’s it coming in? Totting up, eh?”
“I think so” said Miriam uneasily.
“What’s it totting up to this month? Any idea?”
“No; I can see if you like.”