"What--" He paused.
"What plans is he making for me, mother ?" She turned away, going back to the window to draw down the shade.
"Well, you better talk it over with HIM," she said, with perceptible nervousness.

"He better tell you himself.

I don't feel as if I had any call, exactly, to go into it; and you better get to sleep now, anyway." She came and stood by the bedside once more.

"But you must remember, Bibbs, whatever papa does is for the best.

He loves his chuldern and wants to do what's right by ALL of 'em--and you'll always find he's right in the end." He made a little gesture of assent, which seemed to content her; and she rustled to the door, turning to speak again after she had opened it.
"You get a good nap, now, so as to be all rested up for to-night." "You--you mean--he--" Bibbs stammered, having begun to speak too quickly.