CHAPTER III
MRS. ADAMS had remained in Alice's room, but her mood seemed to have changed, during her daughter's little more than momentary absence.
"What did he say?" she asked, quickly, and her tone was hopeful.
"'Say?'" Alice repeated, impatiently. "Why, nothing. I didn't let him. Really, mama, I think the best thing for you to do would be to just keep out of his room, because I don't believe you can go in there and not talk to him about it, and if you do talk we'll never get him to do the right thing. Never!"
The mother's response was a grieving silence; she turned from her daughter and walked to the door.
"Now, for goodness' sake!" Alice cried. "Don't go making tragedy out of my offering you a little practical advice!"
"I'm not," Mrs. Adams gulped, halting. "I'm just—just going to dust the downstairs, Alice."
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