Where you can't make them. What is it you want? I'll put you out with Anne. Be good or go." "You don't mean you will sign that thing unread?" "Make yourself useful then, and read it for me. Isn't it something I have seen before?" "You'll find it is. Let your friend look at it." "Yes, but all that takes time, and I'm as much In haste to get it over with as you. But read it, read it. That's right, draw the curtain: Half the time I don't know what's troubling me.-- What do you say, Will? Don't you be a fool, You! crumpling folkses legal documents. Out with it if you've any real objection." "Five hundred dollars!" "What would you think right?" "A thousand wouldn't be a cent too much; You know it, Mr. Lawyer. The sin is Accepting anything before he knows Whether he's ever going to walk again. It smells to me like a dishonest trick." "I think--I think--from what I heard to-day-- And saw myself--he would be ill-advised----" "What did you hear, for instance?" Willis said. "Now the place where the accident occurred----" The Broken One was twisted in his bed. "This is between you two apparently. Where I come in is what I want to know. You stand up to it like a pair of cocks. Go outdoors if you want to fight. Spare me. When you come back, I'll have the papers signed. Will pencil do? Then, please, your fountain pen. One of you hold my head up from the pillow." Willis flung off the bed. "I wash my hands-- I'm no match--no, and don't pretend to be----" The lawyer gravely capped his fountain pen. "You're doing the wise thing: you won't regret it. We're very sorry for you." Willis sneered: "Who's we?--some stockholders in Boston? I'll go outdoors, by gad, and won't come back." "Willis, bring Anne back with you when you come. Yes. Thanks for caring. Don't mind Will: he's savage. He thinks you ought to pay me for my flowers. You don't know what I mean about the flowers. Don't stop to try to now. You'll miss your train. Good-bye." He flung his arms around his face. The Wood-pile