“Of course,” with some hesitation, “it may be she didn't. If she'd named him Zelotes—”
“Good heavens, woman! Isn't one name like that enough in the family? Thank the Lord we're spared two of 'em! But there! he's comin'. And when he gets here—then what?”
Olive put her arm about her big husband.
“I hope—yes, I'm sure you did right, Zelotes, and that all's goin' to turn out to be for the best.”
“Are you? Well, I ain't sure, not by a thousand fathom.”
“He's Janie's boy.”
“Yes. And he's that play-actor's boy, too. One Speranza pretty nigh ruined your life and mine, Olive. What'll this one do? . . . Well, God knows, I suppose likely, but He won't tell. All we can do is wait and see. I tell you honest I ain't very hopeful.”
CHAPTER III
A brisk rap on the door; then a man's voice.