"He says he is. He says it's the grand place, an' they're all as good to'm as if he was the king o' Harlem. You seen to that, sir—he says. An' Sam, he's always pationate, no matter what comes, but—"
"Well—but?"
"But—only just, it ain't home, you know, sir!"
"I see. And the doctors think he ought to stay up there? Not return home—here, I mean?"
"That's what they say."
"Have you—the means to keep him at the Sanatorium over the five months we settled for in January?"
"No, sir. That is, not—not yet."
"Would you like to borrow enough money to see him through the rest of the year?"
Martha deliberated. "I may have to, sir," she said at last with a visible effort. "But I don't like to borrer. I notice when folks gets the borrerin'-habit they're slow payin' back, an' then you don't get thanks for a gift or you don't get credit for a loan."
This time it was Mr. Ronald who seemed to be considering. "Right!" he announced presently. "I notice you go into things rather deep, Martha."