"It's just my way o' speakin' o' that boy o' mine, Bibbs." He stood then, expectant, staring out into the hall with an air of careless geniality.

He felt that she certainly must at least say, "How IS Bibbs ?" but she said nothing at all, though he waited until the silence became embarrassing.
"Well, I guess I better be gettin' down there," he said, at last.

"He might worry." "Good-by--and thank you," said Mary.
"For what ?" "For the letter." "Oh," he said, blankly.

"You're welcome.

Good-by." Mary put out her hand.