"Yes sir, thank your honor."
"Not 'your honor' until I'm a judge, Teddy. But what's amiss with you, my boy?"
"I wouldn't be troubling your—you with it, sir. It's nothing as can be helped."
"No, no; but what is it, Teddy?" insisted the lawyer, who saw that
Teddy could hardly restrain his tears.
"Nothing, sir; but the little sister is mortal sick, and the doctor says he's afeard she won't stand it."
"Your little sister, Teddy?"
"Yes, sir."
"I didn't know you had one. You never spoke of her before, did you?"
"Maybe not, sir."
"What is the matter with her?"