12/17 As he said the other day, all women are like cats, you know. When they are young they play, when they get old they use their claws--I quote uncle Richard--and although I am not old yet, I can't help showing the claws. Dad is ill, that is the fact of it, Morris, and it gets upon my nerves." "I thought he was better, love." "Yes, he is better; he may live for years; I hope and believe that he will, but it is terribly uncertain. And now, look here, Morris, why don't you go home ?" "Do you want to get rid of me, love ?" he asked, looking up. |