"Yes, darling child. He was full of fun and nonsense before we were married, and for some years after."
She bent and kissed her daughter, but would say no more.
CHAPTER III[ToC]
Sally was not completely deprived of the society of other children, although her temperament made this question a rather difficult one. Her father did not bother himself about Sally's goings and comings, which was quite what would have been expected. Indeed, he bothered himself very little about the doings of his family; as a general thing, he did not know what they did, nor did he care, so long as they refrained from interference with his own actions. They had learned to do that.
Mrs. Ladue did bother herself about Sally's doings a good deal, in spite of the difficulty of the question; and one would have thought that she had her fill of difficult questions. She went to the door and looked out. She saw Charlie playing alone near the foot of a tree. He was tied to the tree by a long string, one end of which was about his body, under his arms.
"Charlie," she called, "where's Sally?"
Charlie looked up, impatiently, and shook his head. Mrs. Ladue repeated her question.