"I am—a little mite tired."
He got up and opened his bag and fussed at bottles and shook something into a bit of folded paper and held it out.
"There—take that."
"I don't need it!"
"You take it!"
She accepted it meekly, and he brought a glass of water from behind the screen, and watched her drink it.
"Everybody seems to think you can chase all over town for them!" he grumbled.
"It was quite a nice ride out there," replied Aunt Jane. She wiped the taste of medicine furtively from her lips and set down the glass.
"He's going to give me a little home, too."
"What!" He glared at her fiercely.