He's had 'em before--these spells--but never quite so bad as this, I guess; an' he's worryin' somethin' turrible 'cause he can't start for home right away." "Nonsense!" cut in Mrs.Bertram Henshaw.
"Yes'm.

I knew you'd feel that way," stammered Eliza, gratefully.

"You see, I couldn't leave him to come alone, and besides, anyhow, I'd have to stay, for mother ain't no more use than a wet dish-rag at such times, she's that scared herself.

And she ain't very well, too.

So if--if you _could_ get along--" "Of course we can! And tell Pete not to worry one bit.