It wasn't you he smoked to death--was it now?
It was easy enough to go to you." "Not so easy perhaps.

But he has come to you now." "Come when you made him!" "I didn't make him.

He came gladly.

He saw it was all he could do to make up for the wrong he had done." "A poor amends!" I heard her grumble; but my father took no notice.
"And you know, Mrs.Gregson," he went on, "when the prodigal son did go back to his father, his father forgave him at once." "Easy enough! He was his father, and fathers always side with their sons." I saw my father thinking for a moment.
"Yes; that is true," he said.

"And what he does himself, he always wants his sons and daughters to do.