Margie helped, but nothing doing." Blair had spoken hurriedly with again a stain of red in his white cheek, and a break in his voice.
"That's--tough," replied Lane, haltingly.

He could choke back speech, but not the something in his voice he would rather not have heard.
"I'll tell you what.

As soon as Red is well enough we'll move him over to my house.

I'm sure mother will let him share my room.

There's only Lorna--and I'll pay Red's board....