“I don't think much of her for going, anyway,” said Mrs. Anderson. “Leaving her husband all alone. I don't care what he had done, he was her husband, and I dare say he cheated on her account, mostly. She ought not to have gone.”
“They wanted her to go; she is not very strong; and the sister is really ill,” said Anderson, “and so the daughter planned it. She went as far as Lancaster, then she got off the train.”
“Why, I should think her mother would be crazy?”
“She sent word back, a letter by Eddy. He got off the train with her; the train stopped there a few minutes.”
“Then she came back?”
“Yes.”
“And she is going to stay with her father?”
“Yes.”
“Oh!” said Mrs. Anderson.
After dinner Anderson sat beside the sitting-room window with his noon mail, as was his custom, for a few minutes before returning to the store, and his mother came up behind him. She stroked his hair, which was thick and brown, and only a little gray on the temples.