"Sa-y, I been so busy all evening I didn't have time to think. I'm not such a worrier no more like I used to be. Like the saying is—life is too short."
He drew up beside her, lifting her needles off her work. "Little sweetheart mamma, why don't you sit on the big sofa in the front room where it's more comfortable?"
"You can't make, Sammy, out of a pig's ear a silk stocking."
He would detain her hands, his eyes puckered and, so intent upon her.
"You had a good time, Sammy?"
"You'd be surprised, ma, what a nice place Clara boards at."
"What did they have to eat? Good cooking?"
"Not for a fellow that's used to my boarding-house."'
"What?"
"I couldn't tell if it was soup or finger-bowls they served for the first course."