"They say it'll be a long time, little wife--and I'm so sorry--I was to blame.

If I'd done as you wanted and gone in their taxi.

Remember?
You said it might rain." He turned to George: "Look here, my boy, I'm counting on you.

I'll be sick, you know--no good at all.

You must stand by your mother." George gulped awkwardly: "Sure I will, dad." His father sharply pressed his hand: "That's right, old fellow, I know what you are.