"Yes. You're going to have a family now——"
He turned on her with a little amused stare.
She nodded. "You'll have Julian here, and Mary Canfield——"
"Oh—Romeo and Juliet!" The tone dismissed the youthful lovers, and laughed at her.
Aunt Jane received it. "They're only two—I know—and two isn't a family—exactly—but there'll be little ones—you see! They'll be all over the place, I expect."
Her eyes seemed to be watching the children playing in the great room. "They'll look nice, won't they!"
He shook his head. "I wasn't thinking of Julian and Mary—nor of children— Never mind!" He put it aside. "I'll tell you sometime."
Aunt Jane had taken up the check from beside her plate, and was folding it in slow fingers.
"You don't know what that is going to do," she said slowly. "But I can see it—plain as if I was right there now—the folks that will get well with this, and be like folks again!... It's hard to be poor!" She opened the bag that hung at her side, and put in the check, and closed it softly.
He sat up and leaned an elbow on the table, resting his head on it and looking across to her under the shading hand. "There's one thing I wanted to ask you."