"But—you said "she faltered.
"Yes. What'd I say?"
"You said, 'where restitution's made by the family.' That's what seemed to trouble papa so terribly, because—because restitution couldn't———"
"Why, yes, it could. That's what I'm here to talk to you about."
"I don't see———"
"I'm going to tell you, ain't I?" he said, gruffly. "Just hold your horses a minute, please." He coughed, rose from his chair, walked up and down the room, then halted before her. "It's like this," he said. "After I brought your father home, this morning, there was one of the things he told me, when he was going for me, over yonder—it kind of stuck in my craw. It was something about all this glue controversy not meaning anything to me in particular, and meaning a whole heap to him and his family. Well, he was wrong about that two ways. The first one was, it did mean a good deal to me to have him go back on me after so many years. I don't need to say any more about it, except just to tell you it meant quite a little more to me than you'd think, maybe. The other way he was wrong is, that how much a thing means to one man and how
