He would have liked to put Beaton out of his house, and in his heart he burned against him as a contumacious hand; he would have liked to discharge him from the art department of 'Every Other Week' at once.

But he was aware of not having treated Beaton with much ceremony, and if the young man had returned his behavior in kind, with an electrical response to his own feeling, had he any right to complain?
After all, there was no harm in his teaching Christine the banjo.
His wife still sat looking into the fire.

"I can't see," she said, "as we've got a bit more comfort of our lives, Jacob, because we've got such piles and piles of money.

I wisht to gracious we was back on the farm this minute.

I wisht you had held out ag'inst the childern about sellin' it; 'twould 'a' bin the best thing fur 'em, I say.