By the way," she added, seeing me about to enter Mother's room, "if it's anything too unpleasant I wouldn't worry Comfort with it.

She'll want to know, of course, but I'd sort of smooth the edges." Mother did want to know, and I told her, "smoothing the edges" all I could.

I omitted my final order to "Big Jim" and I said nothing whatever about his daughter.

Mother seemed to think I had done right in refusing to sell, though, as usual, she was ready to make allowances for the other side.
"Poor woman," she said, "I suppose the noise of the wagons and all that are annoying to any one with weak nerves.

It must be dreadful to be in that condition.