“I don’t see what would be the use, mother; he said he’d come right away.”
“There he is now,” said Mrs. Cowell.
“No, it’s that Ford across the way,” said the girl patiently.
“I don’t see why people have Fords; look up the street, dear, and see if he isn’t coming; it must be half an hour.”
“It’s only about ten minutes, mother dear; you don’t feel any pain now, do you, Will?”
The boy moved his head from side to side, his mother watching him anxiously.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I can’t go to camp now, I suppose,” the boy said.
The girl frowned significantly at their mother as if to beseech her not to say the word which would mean disappointment to the boy.
“We’ll talk about that later, dear,” said Mrs. Cowell. “You don’t feel any of that—like you said—that dizzy feeling now?”