“I do love a sunset, Mrs. Haye, I think . . .”
“A sunset, John”—the woman was intolerable.
“Ah.”
“Is it not becoming a little fresh for him out here, Mrs. Haye? We mustn’t catch a chill.”
“Perhaps. Jennin’s, could you just go and tell William and Robert to come here to help Master John back.”
“But I can walk by myself if one of you will give me their arm.”
“I don’t think we are quite strong enough yet, Mrs. Haye.”
She would write to-morrow to get her changed. It was too bad of them to send her this thing.
God blast the woman, why was he always treated as a baby? Oh, how they loved it, now that he was helpless.