"I can get along." Sheridan raised his hands sardonically, as in prayer.

"O God," he said, "this boy was crazy enough before he began to earn his nine dollars a week, and now his money's gone to his head! Can't You do nothin' for him ?" Then he flung his hands apart, palms outward, in a furious gesture of dismissal.

"Get out o' this room! You got a skull that's thicker'n a whale's thigh-bone, but it's cracked spang all the way across! You hated the machine-shop so bad when I sent you there, you went and stayed sick for over two years--and now, when I offer to take you out of it and give you the mint, you holler for the shop like a calf for its mammy! You're cracked! Oh, but I got a fine layout here! One son died, one quit, and one's a loon! The loon's all I got left! H.P.

Ellersly's wife had a crazy brother, and they undertook to keep him at the house.

First morning he was there he walked straight though a ten-dollar plate-glass window out into the yard.