"Dang little fool! Dang idiot! Dang fool! Whyn't he TELL me, the dang little fool ?" "He DID!" Mrs.Adams sobbed.

"He DID tell you, and you wouldn't GIVE it to him." "He DID, did he ?" Adams shouted at her.

"What he begged me for was money to run away with! He never dreamed of putting back what he took.

What the dangnation you talking about--accusing me!" "He NEEDED it," she said.

"He needed it to run away with! How could he expect to LIVE, after he got away, if he didn't have a little money?
Oh, poor, poor, POOR Walter! Poor, poor, poor----" She went back to this repetition; and Adams went back to his own, then paused, seeing his old friend standing in the hallway outside the open door.
"Ah--I'll just be goin', I guess, Virgil," Lohr said.