It's a miserable piece of business, Roy.

I've been lying awake thinking it over all night, and I guess the best thing is to send the poor little wretch home.

I'll send a letter to Mr.Benton about him.

He'll get him into some institution.

Maybe we can help him later.
He's a little young for us." Then he began whistling to himself and drumming on the table.
Gee, I just stood there watching him and I didn't know what to say.