He painted with a wild face, like a man who is killing.
After supper he and his father strolled under the apple boughs in the orchard and smoked.

Once he gestured wearily.

"Oh, I guess I'll go back to New York in a few days." "Um," replied his father calmly.

"All right, William." Several days later Hawker accosted his father in the barnyard.

"I suppose you think sometimes I don't care so much about you and the folks and the old place any more; but I do." "Um," said the old man.