"She got--shiftless and I been sort of batching it since.

Clean, though, ain't it ?" Barbara turned; blindly she walked to the center table and buried her face in a bouquet of wild flowers garnered from the yard.

She held it there for a moment before she spoke.

"You--didn't even forget that I love bluebonnets, did you, dad ?" "Pshaw! I 'ain't had much to do but remember what you like, son." "What's the matter?
Business bad ?" "Bob's" face was still hidden.
"Oh no! I'm busy as usual.

But, now you're home, I'll probably feel like doing more.