Yes, something happened: Dick has stuck to his father.
'Really, Robert!' Mrs. Don says, and, without a word of reproach, she
goes away. Evidently Dick comes to his father, who has sank into a chair,
and puts a loving hand on him. Mr. Don clasps it without looking up.
'Father, that was top-hole of you! Poor mother, I should have liked to
hug her; but I can't.'
'You should have gone to her, Dick; you shouldn't have minded me.'
The wiser boy says, 'Mother's a darling, but she doesn't need me as much
as you do.'
'I don't know.'
'That's all right. I'm glad she's so keen about that game, though.'
He has returned to the ingle-nook when Laura comes in, eager to make
amends to Dick's father if she hurt him when she went out.
Softly, 'I have come to say good-night, Mr. Don.'
'It's nice of you, Laura,' taking both her hands.
Dick speaks. 'I want her to come nearer to the fire; I can't see her
very well there.'
For a moment Mr. Don is caught out again; but Laura has heard nothing.
He becomes quite cunning in Dick's interests.
'Your hands are cold, Laura; go over to the fire.
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