"Stand here 'side of the horse a minute," he said to Elmira.

He swung himself off the load and went up the path to the house.

As he drew near the door he could hear his mother's chair.

Ann Edwards, crippled as she was, managed, through some strange manipulation of muscles, to move herself in her rocking-chair all about the house.

Now the jerking scrape of the rockers on the uncarpeted floor sounded loud.
When Jerome opened the door he saw his mother hitching herself rapidly back and forth in a fashion she had when excited.