"It's awfully hard for you, my boy.

I hate to see you suffer this way." Then, in a lower tone, he added doubtfully.
"I wonder if--if--I wonder--" His nephew heard the word and interrupted.
"You wonder ?" he demanded, hysterically; "you wonder what?
What are you going to do about it?
It's up to you, isn't it?
You're our guardian, aren't you ?" "Yes, Stevie, I'm your guardian." "Yes, you are! But no one would guess it.

When we didn't want you, you wouldn't leave us for a minute.

Now, when we need you, when there isn't a soul for us to turn to, you stay away.

You haven't been near us.