He has tried to work a number of times, but fainted at his bench in the shop from sheer weakness." "Gee! I'm sorry to hear that," muttered the other, shrugging his broad shoulders as he spoke, and shaking his head from side to side, as though he feared some hope he had been cherishing was on the point of vanishing.

"But then mebbe Andrew he may get better again, and be able to work at his trade, because if I really got consumption there ain't any chance for me to be doin' in this world." Thad showed signs of growing angry, but pinched his arm, and muttered in his ear: "Just hold your horses, Thad.

We can't stop him, if he's set on seeing his sister, you know.

And besides, perhaps they'll turn him away from the door.

He's a queer sort of a chap, and I just can't quite make out whether he's a scamp or a big joke.