“Mother is herself again, I am glad to say. George, I have scarcely thought of anything except what you told me the other night.”
“Then it's time you did. That's one reason why I wanted you to come here. You've been thinking too much about yourself.”
“It isn't of myself, but of Mother. If you had dropped a hint when that Boston reporter came—”
“Now, look here, Ros, would YOU have dropped hints if things had been the other way around?”
“I don't know.”
“I know you wouldn't. What's the use of giving the Denboro gossip mill a chance to run over time? Great heavens! it works twelve hours a day as 'tis.”
“It was mighty good of you, just the same.”
“No, it wasn't. The whole affair was your business and nobody else's.”
“Well, as I said before, if ever I have an opportunity to do as much for you—not that I ever will.”
“How do you know you won't? Anybody's liable to be gossiped about some time or other.”