"Not unless you want to," he answered.
They sat down to breakfast.

Henry nervously expected another outbreak.
The merchant began to say something, but stopped on a half utterance and cleared his throat.

"It is coming," Henry thought.
"I have studied over our talk of last night," said Witherspoon, "and while I won't say that you may be right, or have any excuse for presuming that you are right, I am inclined to indulge that wild scheme of yours for a while.

My impression is that you'll soon get sick of it." Mrs.Witherspoon looked at him thankfully.

"And you will give him a chance, father," she said.
"Didn't I say I would?
Isn't that exactly what I said?
Gracious alive, don't make me out a grinding and unyielding monster.