place in the household justifiable. He wasn’t even particularly good at those small jobs of hammering, or painting, or general “fixing.” Nettie could drive a nail more swiftly, more surely than he. “Now, Father, don’t you bother. I’ll do it. Just you go and sit down. Isn’t it time for your afternoon nap?”

He waxed a little surly. “Nap! I just got up. I don’t want to sleep my life away.”

George and Nettie frequently had guests in the evening. They played bridge, or poker, or talked.

“Come in, Father,” George would say. “Come in. You all know Dad, don’t you, folks?” He would sit down, uncertainly. At first he had attempted to expound, as had been his wont in the old house on Ellis.