He's restless and gloomy and entirely out of sorts." "Yes, I know; but that's his arm," pleaded Billy.

"Poor boy--he's so tired of it!" Kate shook her head decisively.
"It's more than his arm, Billy.

You'd see it yourself if you weren't blinded by your absorption in that baby.

Where is Bertram every evening?
Where is he daytimes?
Do you realize that he's been at home scarcely one evening since I came?
And as for the days--he's almost never here." "But, Kate, he can't paint now, you know, so of course he doesn't need to stay so closely at home," defended Billy.

"He goes out to find distraction from himself." "Yes, 'distraction,' indeed," sniffed Kate.