"Don't worry, old chap."
"No. Do you suppose I'll like her?"
"Of course, I hope you will."
"Well, I probably sha'n't notice her very much, being rather busy.... But it's funny.... A kid in the house! ... I hope she won't get fresh."
"Be nice to her, Jim."
"Sure.... It's funny, though."
"It really isn't very funny, Jim. The little thing has been dreadfully unhappy all her life until I—until we stepped in."
"We?"
"You and I, Jim. It's our job."
After a silence the boy said: