_I_ know what they look like and how they love to kind of nest in among a pile of old blankets and wrappers.

Don't you worry about THAT, Miss Alice, if you think he'd like to see me." "Of course he would--if----" Alice hesitated; then said quickly, "Of course he'd love to see you and he's quite able to, if you care to come up." She ran up the stairs ahead of him, and had time to snatch the crocheted wrap from her father's shoulders.

Swathed as usual, he was sitting beside a table, reading the evening paper; but when his employer appeared in the doorway he half rose as if to come forward in greeting.
"Sit still!" the old gentleman shouted.

"What do you mean?
Don't you know you're weak as a cat?
D'you think a man can be sick as long as you have and NOT be weak as a cat?
What you trying to do the polite with ME for ?" Adams gratefully protracted the handshake that accompanied these inquiries.

"This is certainly mighty fine of you, Mr.Lamb," he said.
"I guess Alice has told you how much our whole family appreciate your coming here so regularly to see how this old bag o' bones was getting along.