“I—I don’t know what to say. I can’t agree to anything till I have spoken with Mrs. Crawford. Did you say that Carl had but thirty seven cents?”
“Yes, sir; I presume you don’t want him to starve?”
“No, of course not. He is my son, though he has behaved badly. Here, give him that!” and Dr. Crawford drew a ten-dollar bill from his wallet, and handed it to Gilbert.
“Thank you, sir. This money will be very useful. Besides, it will show Carl that his father is not wholly indifferent to him.”
“Of course not. Who says that I am a bad father?” asked Dr. Crawford, peevishly.
“I don’t think, sir, there would be any difficulty between you and Carl if you had not married again.”
“Carl has no right to vex Mrs. Crawford. Besides, he can’t agree with Peter.”
“Is that his fault or Peter’s?” asked Gilbert, significantly.
“I am not acquainted with the circumstances, but Mrs. Crawford says that Carl is always bullying Peter.”
“He never bullied anyone at school.”