I can take charge of it, and in time pay back the money you invest.

I don't ask you to give me a cent." The merchant was about to reply, when Mrs.Witherspoon entered the room.

"Why, what is the matter ?" she asked.
Witherspoon resumed his seat, shoved his hands deep into his pockets, stretched forth his legs, crossed his feet and nervously shook them.
"What is the matter ?" she repeated.
"Everything's the matter," Witherspoon declared.

"I have suggested"-- he didn't say demanded--"that Henry should go into the store and gradually take charge of the whole thing, and he positively refuses.

He wants to ran a newspaper." The merchant grunted and shook his feet.
"But is there anything so bad about that ?" she asked.