"We're not going broke," Carrie rejoined with a hint of emotion. "Jake has got to make good for your sake. Some day we'll sell out the business and you shall rest as long as you like."
Mrs. Winter smiled, rather wearily. "I don't know if I'd like to do nothing; I've hustled so long. Still I've sometimes thought I'd like to find out how it feels just to sit quiet for a piece. Now the oven's good and hot; there's a batch of biscuit ready and you'd better come and help."
She took Carrie away and when they had gone Jake looked at his comrade.
"I allow the women's part is most as hard as ours, and Carrie hit it when she said I had to make good."
Jim nodded. "I like your sister, and your mother's very fine. I want to help you help them all I can."
"Sure, I know," said Jake, and then his eyes twinkled, for he had noted Jim's slight awkwardness. "You went rather farther than you meant, didn't you? Your English streak makes you shy, but you won't hurt my feelings; I'm all Canadian. Now, however, you are going to bed."
Jim went to bed and soon went to sleep. He was not well yet and had had an exciting day.