But Georgia would not qualify. "Well, I think that's all." She walked to the door. "I suppose I have seemed very hard, but it was best to make the cut sharp and clean." There was no sign of relenting in the set of her mouth or in her narrowed eyes; and Jim knew it was nearly impossible to do anything with her when her nostrils grew wide like that.
"All right," he mumbled, "have it your own way."
"Try to brace up for your own sake, if you wouldn't for mine." That was her good-bye. She went from the room with Al.
The mother waited behind. "She'll think better of this by and by, Jim. I'll speak to her about it now and then," she said, "and keep you in her mind. And I'm going to the priest about it, too. It's sin she's doing. And Jim——"
"Yes?" he grieved humbly, almost crying.
"You better go over to Father Hervey and tell him all about it."
"Yes, I'll do that same."
"Well, good-bye for now—you better go to some hotel to-night," she gave him a dollar from the purse in her bosom, "and try and get work. It'll make your coming back easier."
"Thanks, mother, I'll do that same. Er—I guess I'll go in and change my collar. That'll be all right, won't it?"
"Yes, Georgia's in the dining room."