“He was middlin’ discouraged,” said Uncle William.
“He couldn’t see anything the way it is.” Her face had flushed a little, but the light in her eyes was clear.
Uncle William met it. “You showed a good deal of sense,” he said.
The face, as she pushed back the hair from it, looked tired. “I had to think for two.”
Uncle William nodded. “He wants to see you.”
She mused over it. “Do you think I’d better?”
“No,” said Uncle William, promptly.
Her lips remained parted. “Not to-morrow?” she said. Her lips closed on the word gently.
“Not for a considabul spell.” Uncle William shook his head. “He ain’t acted right.”
“He was ill.”