She began to move them off and stack them against the door. Jerry threw himself down on the couch, moodily. He scarcely noticed when the janitor, answering Jane's summons, carried them all off to the top floor.
"Now you've got a clean slate you can begin again," Jane said, and went about her work.
"I shall give it up. I'll never paint again."
She made no comment, but she smiled to herself. She knew "her children," as she called them.
"Can't you stop fussing around, and come and talk to me?"
"I have work to do."
He came to the door of the bedroom.
"What work?"
"I'm going to clean this room."
"Why do you bother with us, Jane Judd?" he inquired.