“Haven't heard anything hopeful about the Wellmouth Development Company, have you?” he asked.
“Not a word. I've almost given up expectin' to. How about you?”
“Oh, I've heard nothing new. Well, I've got only ten shares, so the loss, if it is a loss, won't break me. But Cap'n Jethro went in rather heavily, so they say.”
“I believe he did.”
“Yes. Well, it may be all right, after all. Raish says all we need is time.”
“Um-hm. And that's all the Lord needed when He made the world. He made it in six days. Sometimes when I'm out of sorts I wonder if one more week wouldn't have given us a better job.... But there, that's irreverent, isn't it, and off the track besides? Now about this little Bangs man. What ought to be done with him?”
“Well, as I say, he shouldn't go out to-night. Of course he'll have to.”
“Why will he have to?”
“Because he needs to go to bed and sleep. I thought perhaps I could get him down to the light and Cap'n Jethro and Lulie could give him a room.”
“There's a room here. Two or three of 'em, as far as that goes. He isn't very big; he won't need more than one.”