"Lying on the floor, drunk," said Grit, in a tone of disgust. "We may as well leave him there for the present."
"He has hardly been home twenty-four hours, yet how he has changed our quiet life. If he would only reform!"
"Not much chance of that, mother."
"What shall we do, Grit?" asked Mrs. Brandon, who was wont to come to Grit, young as he was, for advice.
"I have thought of two ways. I might buy him a ticket for Boston, if I thought he would use it. It would be of no use to give him the money, or he would spend it at the tavern instead."
"If he would only leave us to ourselves, it would a blessing."
"If he won't hear of that, there is another way."
"What is it?"
"I could engage board for you and myself at the house of one of our neighbors for a week."
"What good would that do, Grit?"