"Is there anything I could do or say to help him, should you think? If there was, I'd do it if it killed me."
"Nothing much to help him I should reckon."
"What was you going to say when you stopped?"
"Nothing worth saying—at least, something better not spoken for the minute."
She considered this.
"Please tell me if it can help him," she begged.
Now it was his turn to weigh his thoughts and the thing he had on his lips. He decided that he ought to tell her.
"It's this, then. They think at Falcon Farm that, if Johnny is patient, things may yet come right."
Dinah was cast down.
"Oh, I'm sorry they talk like that. Why do they?"