"He has never behaved like one of the family," said Paul.
"He was a wayward boy, and even at an early age gave considerable trouble to his father and myself."
"He hasn't improved as he has grown older, mother."
"I am glad you are not like him, Paul."
"Then I am not altogether a nuisance," said Paul, laughingly.
"You are my main support—the staff on which I lean, my dear son. You have always been a good boy."
"The staff will be stronger some day, mother," said Paul, cheerfully. "I am not always going to have you spoil your eyes by sewing."
"I feel better to be doing something. That reminds me—I have just finished some work for Miss Framley. Do you think you can carry it after supper?"
This conversation took place at the tea-table.
"Certainly, mother; you know I always go out for a walk, and I can just as well go to Mr. Framley's as anywhere else. How much am I to collect on it?"