I reckon he ain' feelin' so well. Yes'm."
He departed.
"What do you expect he wants a fire for?" she asked, turning toward
her husband. "The house is warm as can be, I do wish I--"
"Oh, quit frettin'!" said Sheridan.
"Well, I--I kind o' wish you hadn't said anything, Sibyl. I know
you meant it for the best and all, but I don't believe it would
been so much harm if--"
"Mother Sheridan, you don't mean you WANT that kind of a girl in
the family? Why, she--"
"I don't know, I don't know," the troubled woman quavered. "If he
liked her it seems kind of a pity to spoil it. He's so queer, and
he hasn't ever taken much enjoyment. And besides, I believe the way
it was, there was more chance of him bein' willin' to do what papa
wants him to. If she wants to marry him--"
Sheridan interrupted her with a hooting laugh. "She don't!" he
said. "You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sibyl. She ain't that
kind of a girl."
"But, father Sheridan, didn't she--"
He cut her short. "That's enough. You may mean all right, but
you guess wrong. So do you, mamma."
Sibyl cried out, "Oh! But just LOOK how she ran after Jim--"
"She did not," he said, curtly.
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