"Of course you'll have poor times when you go and do just exactly what I say you mustn't.

You stop thinking this very minute!" He smiled ruefully, closing his eyes; was silent for a moment, then asked her to sit beside the bed.

"I been thinking of something I wanted to say," he added.
"What like, papa ?" "Well, it's nothing--much," he said, with something deprecatory in his tone, as if he felt vague impulses toward both humour and apology.

"I just thought maybe I ought to've said more to you some time or other about--well, about the way things ARE, down at Lamb and Company's, for instance." "Now, papa!" She leaned forward in the chair she had taken, and pretended to slap his hand crossly.

"Isn't that exactly what I said you couldn't think one single think about till you get ALL well ?" "Well----" he said, and went on slowly, not looking at her, but at the ceiling.