It was so in this matter of Lem.
“It is quite useless to send him to school for the short time there is left,” Henrietta told Miss Susan. “He wouldn't fit into any class, and he'd be unhappy and make work for the teacher and be so far behind his class that the schooling would n't do him any good. Let him wait until the fall term. Gay and Lorna and I can tutor him a little this summer.”
“If you ain't too busy getting ready to get married and quit us,” said Susan. “You'll be so busy getting ready—”
“I'll have a little time for Lem, I hope,” Henrietta said brightly, smiling at him. “And Gay and Lorna will be here.”
“Not being lucky enough to have our Billy Vanes,” said Lorna.
“Now don't be jealous of a poor old maid,” Henrietta teased.
“But we are,” said Lorna, and smiled inwardly. “Nobody loves us.”
She glanced at Freeman Todder, but it was one of his bad mornings, of which he had a great many. He was pale and heavy-eyed and his hand shook. No one at the table knew when he had come in the night before, but it had been after three in the morning. He had had a long session of poker, with bad luck, and his pocket held just eighteen cents. He kept his eyes on his plate.
“What do you think, Mr. Todder?” Susan asked.
“What?” he asked, looking up suddenly.