CHAPTER XX
DRESSMAKER ROSEMARY
'M an old man," announced Jack Welles that night, dropping into a chair in Doctor Hugh's office, while he waited for the latter to prepare a bottle of medicine for his father's cough.
"Back broken, I suppose?" suggested the doctor cheerfully. "The first ten years are always the hardest, my boy."
Jack groaned and Rosemary, patiently holding a bleary-eyed cat for Sarah, looked at him anxiously.
"Ten years!" complained Jack. "Another afternoon like this and I won't live to see ten years. Ye gods, who would have thought a little snow shoveling could break me up like this!"
"You're out of practice," replied the doctor, busily writing a label. "Don't try to clean all the streets in one day, Jack; I came through Main street to-night and I must say the boys have made a good job of it, though, of course, it was fairly well tramped down. It's the side streets that are blocked. Where are you working?"