A boy opened the door and stood staring at her, half abashed, half impudently important, his mouth still puckered with the whistle.
"Is there anybody here but you, Ezra ?" asked Charlotte.
The boy shook his head.
"I have come to take care of Mr.Thayer now," said Charlotte.
She entered, and Ezra Ray stood aside, rolling his eyes after her as she went through the kitchen.

He whistled again half involuntarily, a sudden jocular pipe on the brink of motion, like a bird.

Charlotte turned and shook her head at him, and he stopped short.

He sat down on a chair near the door, and dangled his feet irresolutely.
Charlotte went into the bedroom where Barney lay, a rigidly twisted, groaning heap under a mass of bed-clothing, which Ezra Ray had kept over him with energy.

She bent over him.