“Indade, sir, I’ll try.”
“Uncle,” said Curtis, “I have to go downtown. I have some business to attend to. I leave you in the care of Mrs. Barnes.”
“Shure, I’ll take care of him, sir.”
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Linden?” asked the new nurse, in a tone of sympathy.
“Can you minister to a mind diseased?”
“I’ll take the best care of you, Mr. Linden, but it isn’t as if you had a wife or daughter.”
“Ah, that is a sore thought! I have no wife or daughter; but I have a niece.”
“And where is she, sir?”
“I don’t know. I drove her from me by my unkindness. I repent bitterly, but it’s now too late.”
“And why don’t you send for her to come home?”