Next week would be time enough." "That would only mean starting twice.

It wouldn't really help you out at all," Mrs.Alexander spoke soothingly.

"And you'd come back late for all your engagements." Bartley began jingling some loose coins in his pocket.

"I wish things would let me rest.

I'm tired of work, tired of people, tired of trailing about." He looked out at the storm-beaten river.
Winifred came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.