but I guess the doctor has
"You’re as bad as Jane used to be. She never said a word when she could shake or nod her meaning."
"I should think you would be glad, after having been half talked to death by her mother."
"As I said before, take your own way of doing things. It seems the right way after it is done."
A faint color came into her face, and she looked positively happy as she sat down to breakfast. "Are you sure your head feels better?" she asked.
"Yes, and you look a hundred per cent better. Well, I AM glad you had such a good sleep after all the hubbub."
"I didn’t sleep till toward morning," she said, with downcast eyes.
"Pshaw! That’s too bad. Well, no matter, you look like a different person from what you did when I first saw you. You’ve been growing younger every day."
Her face flushed like a girl’s under his direct, admiring gaze, making her all the more pretty. She hastened to divert direct attention from herself by asking, "You haven’t heard from anyone this morning?"
"No, but I guess the doctor has. Some of those fellows will have to keep shady for a while."
As they were finishing breakfast, Holcroft looked out of the open kitchen door and exclaimed, "By thunder! We’re going to hear from some of them now. Here comes Mrs. Weeks, the mother of the fellow who hit me."
"Won’t you please receive her in the parlor?"
"Yes, she won’t stay long, you may be sure. I’m going to give that Weeks tribe one lesson and pay off the whole score."
He merely bowed coldly to Mrs. Weeks’ salutation and offered her a chair. The poor woman took out her handkerchief and began to mop her eyes, but Holcroft was steeled against her, not so much on account of the wound inflicted by her son as for the reason that he saw in her an accomplice with her husband in the fraud of Mrs. Mumpson.
"I hope you’re not badly hurt," she began.
"It might be worse."
"Oh, Mr. Holcroft!" she broke out sobbingly, "spare my son. It would kill me if you sent him to prison."
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