If he's taken some of that money he's savin' up towards the mortgage I'm glad of it.

Folks ought to have a little somethin' as they go along; if they don't, first thing they know they'll get past it." Jerome did not start for Dale until it was quite late in the afternoon, working hard meanwhile in the shop.

The day was another of those typical ones of early spring, which had come lately, drooping as to every leaf and bud with that hot languor which forces bloom.
The door and windows of the little shop were set wide open.

The honey and spice-breaths of flowers mingled with the rank effluvia of leather like a delicate melody with a harsh bass.

Jerome pegged along in silence with knitted brow, yet with a restraint of smiles on his lips.
Ozias Lamb also was silent; his old face bending over his work was a concentration of moody gloom.