"I was just a-sayin' that maybe those papers would be too expensive. Maybe I ought not to have 'em."
"I'm sure they're not, Mother. Anyhow, you get them, and we'll make it up in some other way if we have to." Dimly, in the future, Roger saw long, quiet evenings in which his disturbing influence should be rendered null and void by the charms of Lovely Lulu, or the Doctor's Darling.
A Morning Call
"Barbara North sent her pa over here this morning to ask for some book. I disremember now what it was, but it was after you was gone."
Roger's expressive face changed instantly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Mother?" He spoke with evident effort. "It's too late now for me to go over there."
"There's no call for you to go over. They can send again. Miss Miriam can come after it any time. They ain't got no business to let a blind old man like Ambrose North run around by himself the way they do."
"He takes very good care of himself. He knew this place before he was blind, and I don't think there is any danger."
"Just the same, he ought not to go around alone, and that's what I told him this morning. 'A blind old man like you,' says I, 'ain't got no business chasin' around alone. First thing you know, you'll fall down and break a leg or arm or something.'"
Roger shrank as if from a physical hurt. "Mother!" he cried. "How can you say such things!"