"I've given him everything!"
Doctor Lavendar was silent.
"He ought to come to us. He is ours; and he owes us—"
"Just what you've earned, Mary, just what you've earned. That's what children 'owe' their parents."
"Oh, what am I to do? What am I to do?"
"How much do you want him, Mary?"
"HEARTS DON'T ANSWER WHEN REASON WHISTLES TO THEM," HE SAID.
She was stammering with sobs. "It's all I want—it's my life—"
"Perhaps publicity would win him. He has a great respect for courage. So perhaps—"