He couldn't sleep, and Tawny Hudson is no good for that sort of thing." The merriment went out of Dot's face too.

It grew softer, older, more womanly.

"You are very good to your brother," she said.
He frowned abruptly.

"Good to him! Great Scot! Why, he's miles too good for any of us.

Don't ever class him with Nap or me! We're just ordinary sinners.