But I never do think of it till the next day, and then it's too late." He borrowed my tobacco, filled his pipe, and continued: "Say, Ros," he asked, "what's your idea of what made her come here ?" "To see Mother, of course," I answered.
"That's your notion, is it ?" "Certainly.

What else ?" "Humph! There's other sick folks in town.

Why don't she go to see them ?" "Perhaps she does.

I don't know." "I bet you ten cents she don't.

No, I've been reasonin' of it out, same as I gen'rally do, and I've got some notions of my own.