It is Kalman." At once Brown was alert.
"Sick ?" "Oh! no, not he.

Fit as a fiddle; but the fact is he is not doing just as well as he ought." "How do you mean ?" said Brown anxiously.
"Well, he is growing up into a big chap, you know, getting towards sixteen, and pretty much of a man in many ways, and while he is a fine, clean, straight boy and all that, he is not just what I would like." "None of us are," said Brown quietly.
"True, as far as I am concerned," replied French.

"I do not know about you.

But to go on.

The boy has got a fiendish temper and, on slight provocation, he is into a fight like a demon." "With you ?" said Brown.
"Oh, come," said French, "you know better than that.