And if anything happens to Roscoe--" "Oh, do stop worryin' over such nonsense," Mrs.Sheridan interrupted, irritated into sharp wakefulness for the moment.

"There isn't anything goin' to happen to Roscoe, and you're just tormentin' yourself about nothin'.

Aren't you EVER goin' to bed ?" Sheridan halted.

"All right, mamma," he said, with a vast sigh.

"Let's go up." And he snapped off the electric light, leaving only the rosy glow of the fire.
"Did you speak to Roscoe ?" she yawned, rising lopsidedly in her drowsiness.