If anything was to go wrong after all these years of
struggling for him--alone--"
"Alone! Alone! Why, Sara! Shame! Time after time for punishing him I was
a sick man!"
"That's it! That's why so much of it was alone. I don't know why I
should say it all to-night after--after so many years of holding in."
"Say what?"
"You meant well, God knows a father never meant better, but it wasn't
the way to handle our boy's nature with punishments, and a quick temper
like yours. Your way was wrong, Mosher, and I knew it. That's why so
much of it was--alone--so much that I had to contend with I was afraid
to tell you, for fear--for fear--"
"Now, now, Mamma, is that the way to cry your eyes out about nothing? I
don't say I'm not sometimes hasty--"
"Time and time again--keeping it in from you--after the Chinese laundry
that night after you--you whipped him so--you never knew the months of
nights with him afterward--when I found out he liked that--stuff! Me
alone with him--"
"Sara, is now time to rake up such ten-year-old nonsense!"
"It's all coming out in me now, Mosher.
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