“I do’ know noth’n’ ’bout it. Why don’t you ask mother?”
“I did begin one day; but she feels so bad about what the New York doctor said—no, I can’t ask her!”
“Try Miss Fleming, when she comes to give you your lesson,” shirked Blue.
“Oh, I don’t think she knows! I’d rather you’d tell me.”
“Tell you what?” parried the elder boy.
“If God wants me to keep on. Seems as if I couldn’t stop! I’ve been stopping, and it’s ’most killed me!”
“Well, for pity’s sake, keep on then!” Blue advised.
“Would you really? And you don’t think it’ll be wicked?”
“Wicked! no!”
“And He must answer me sometime, if I keep right on, and don’t give up a single bit, mustn’t He? ’Cause the Bible says ‘anything,’ you know, and that must mean walking. If it said ‘except to walk,’ of course I couldn’t; but there isn’t a single ‘except’ anywhere, is there?”