"His cough has gone," said Auna, "and he gave me this brave stick of barley sugar."
She held the sweetmeat up to her mother.
"I haven't sucked it yet," she said. "I won't suck it till father's had a bit."
"He'll be along in a minute, my dinky dear, and give you a ride home."
Auna went her way.
"Billy's terrible fond of her, ever since she went in once, unbeknownst to us, to cheer him up when poor Mercy died. She popped in like a mouse, and sat beside him, and told him what she'd come for; and he liked it."
"A good old pattern of man and wise enough to care for childer about him."
"And who cares for them better than you? A fine father you would have been, and I tell you again it's not too late."
"I've got Sammy—and a very good child too, when he's not crossed. But he can be ugly."
She was thoughtful.