Instantly the bright face clouded, and in an injured tone he began to explain: "I thought brother would like to see it, and he could make the trade for me.

He talks Mexican, and I only know a few words, I couldn't make the boys understand more than that they were to bring it along.

I don't see why Jack's being sick should keep me from having a nice pet like a wild-cat.

He isn't a bit mean, and I haven't had a single thing since the puppy was poisoned." The procession had paused, and the piercingly bright eyes of each one of the little Mexicans seemed also to be asking why.

Mary suddenly had to acknowledge to herself that there wasn't any good reason to prevent.
Because one brother was desperately unhappy was no reason why she should cloud the enjoyment of the other one by refusing him something on which he had set his heart.
Norman could not understand the lightning change in her, but he followed joyfully when she answered with a brief, "Well, come on," and led the way around to the south door of Jack's room, and called his attention to the embryo menagerie outside.
To her surprise, for the first time since the surgeons' last visit, Jack laughed.