If you and Mrs.Pryor have no objection to me, if you feel that you could think of me, or find for me any least part of a son's place in your hearts, I believe I should know how to appreciate it, and how to go to work to make myself worthy of it." Mr.Pryor sat down so suddenly, the rail almost broke.

I thought the truth was, that he had heart trouble, himself.

He stopped up, choked on things, flopped around, and turned so white.

I suppose he thought it was womanish, and a sign of weakness, and so he didn't tell, but I bet anything that he had it--bad! "I'll try to make the little fool see!" he said.
"Gently, gently! You won't help me any in that mood," said Laddie.
"The chances are that Miss Pryor repeated what she heard from you long ago, and what she knows you think and feel, unless you've changed recently." "That's the amount of it!" cried Mr.Pryor.

"All my life I've had a lot of beastly notions in my head about rank, and class, and here they don't amount to a damn! There's no place for them.