"For heaven's sake, mama, come clear inside the room and shut the door! Please don't leave it open for everybody to look at me!"
"There isn't anybody to see you," Mrs. Adams explained, obeying. "Miss Perry's gone downstairs, and———"
"Mama, I heard you in papa's room," Alice said, not dropping the note of complaint. "I could hear both of you, and I don't think you ought to get poor old papa so upset—not in his present condition, anyhow."
Mrs. Adams seated herself on the edge of the bed. "He's better all the time," she said, not disturbed. "He's almost well. The doctor says so and Miss Perry says so; and if we don't get him into the right frame of mind now we never will. The first day he's outdoors he'll go back to that old hole—you'll see! And if he once does that, he'll settle down there and it'll be too late and we'll never get him out."
"Well, anyhow, I think you could use a little more tact with him."
"I do try to," the mother sighed. "It never was much use with him. I don't think you understand him as well as I do, Alice."
