He gave her no encouragement.
“After all, he was Aunt Libby’s baby!” she sighed.
“After all!” he sneered. He meant to silence her. She spoke again.
“Aunt Libby was always kind to me, Wully!”
He wouldn’t answer her. He knew what was coming.
“I doubt we ought to go back and get him. If he’s dying, Wully! And Auntie waiting there for him!”
He said never a word.
“He may be dead before she sees him, if we don’t.”
“We won’t!” he almost shouted. That should have settled matters.