Charlie turned toward the door, then, a thought striking him suddenly, he turned back again.
“And Dannie, father?”
“Leave him with Martha.”
“Thank you! Good-by!”
The old man did not again respond. He still sat with his forehead in his hands, motionless, passionless, like granite. Charlie left the room, closing the door behind him, and went upstairs. In the hall he met Aunt Martha.
“It’s all over, Auntie,” he said. “I’m going.”
The good woman had been weeping.
“I knew you had had it out with each other, Charlie.”
“Yes, I’m not to return. I’m going to kiss Dannie good-by. Father says I shall leave him with you. Will you take him, Auntie?”