“There’s your boy.”
“I never writ a letter to him in my life. Fact is, Tom, I ain’t much on writin’; I can handle a rifle a good deal better than a pen. My boy doesn’t expect a letter from me.”
“It seems to me if my father were away traveling, I should want to hear from him.”
“I reckon you would, but there’s a difference in families. Ours isn’t a writin’ family.”
“When did you see your boy last?”
“Only a few weeks ago.”
“And when do you expect to see him again?”
“In a year, likely, if things come round right. He’s all right, and got good care taken of him, so there’s no use worryin’. Your mother’s well fixed, too, isn’t she?”
“Yes, I suppose she’s very comfortable. She is keeping house for a rich farmer, and wants for nothing.”
“Then, don’t you go to borrering trouble.”