"T.A.!" gasped Emma McChesney.
"Well, you said you wanted somebody to worry about, didn't you?"
A little whimsical smile lay lightly on his lips.
"Timothy Buck, I'm over forty years old."
"Emma, in another minute I'm going to grow sentimental, and nothing can stop me."
She looked down at her hands. There fell a little silence. Buck stirred, leaned forward. She looked up from the little watch that ticked away at her wrist.
"The minute's up, T.A.," said Emma McChesney.