Suddenly turning with a violence that made her start, he cried, "No, I never can forgive! She has been dead to me nearly a lifetime.

Why did you tell me this, child?
Out of my sight! What is it to me if she is homeless and alone?
Go! Go!" He waved his hands so wildly in motioning her away, that Joyce ran out of the room and banged the door behind her.
"What do you suppose is the matter with him ?" asked Jules, in a frightened whisper, as they listened to his heavy tread, back and forth, back and forth, in the next room.
Joyce shook her head.

"I don't know for sure," she answered, hesitatingly, "but I believe that he is going crazy." Jules's eyes opened so wide that Joyce wished she had not frightened him.

"Oh, you know that I didn't mean it," she said, reassuringly.

The heavy tread stopped, and the children looked at each other.
"What can he be doing now ?" Jules asked, anxiously.
Joyce tiptoed across the room, and peeped through the keyhole.