Edith was quiet, but not noticeably depressed, and at lunch
proved herself able to argue with her mother upon the propriety of
receiving calls in the earliest stages of "mourning." Lunch was as
usual--for Jim and his father had always lunched down-town--and the
afternoon was as usual. Bibbs went for his drive, and his mother
went with him, as she sometimes did when the weather was pleasant.
Altogether, the usualness of things was rather startling to Bibbs.
During the drive Mrs. Sheridan talked fragmentarily of Jim's
childhood. "But you wouldn't remember about that," she said, after
narrating an episode. "You were too little. He was always a good
boy, just like that. And he'd save whatever papa gave him, and put
it in the bank. I reckon it'll just about kill your father to put
somebody in his place as president of the Realty Company, Bibbs. I
know he can't move Roscoe over; he told me last week he'd already put
as much on Roscoe as any one man could handle and not go crazy. Oh,
it's a pity--" She stopped to wipe her eyes. "It's a pity you didn't
run more with Jim, Bibbs, and kind o' pick up his ways. Think what
it'd meant to papa now! You never did run with either Roscoe or Jim
any, even before you got sick.
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