It did look like the boy was grievin'; but I know now he was jest thinkin' up what to put together to take the ache out of some poor old carcass like mine.

It never could have been about you.

Like a half blind old fool I thought the boy was sufferin', and here he was only studyin'! Like as not he was thinkin' what to do next to show you how he loves you.

What an old silly I was! I'll sleep like a log to-night to pay up for it.

Good-bye, honey! You better go back and lay down a spell.