But her son was impatient of confinement and anxious to get to work again. So, two days afterward, about the middle of the forenoon, Paul was surprised by seeing George Barry get out of a Broadway omnibus, just in front of the stand.
“Can I sell you a necktie, Mr. Barry?” he asked, in a joke.
“I almost feel like a stranger,” said Barry, “it's so long since I have been here.”
“Do you feel strong enough to take charge now?” asked Paul.
“I am not so strong as I was, and the walk from our rooms would tire me; but I think if I rode both ways for the present I shall be able to get along.”
“Then you won't need me any longer?”
“I would like to have you stay with me to-day. I don't know how I shall hold out.”
“All right! I'll stop.”
George Barry remained in attendance the rest of the day. He found that his strength had so far returned that he should be able to manage alone hereafter, and he told Paul so.
“I am glad you are well again, George,” said Paul. “It must have been dull work staying at home sick.”