He had a kindly, humorous look, and she felt at once that she preferred his blunt frankness to Gershom's facetious insincerity.

There was something in his face that suggested the black-eyed baby sucking placidly at the rubber nipple on the bottle of milk.
"She's worse if anything.

The doctor came this morning." The baby, having dropped the bottle, lifted a despairing wail, and the father bent over and replaced the nipple gently between the quivering lips.

"The rent was due yesterday," he added, "I understood that there was to be no trouble about it." "Oh, there's no trouble about that.

I'm responsible," replied Gershom quickly.