"It's not costly and it's a very good one."

Burns inquired the price again; this time he asked the
salesman. Then he spoke low:

"Fifteen dollars seems `not costly' to you, I suppose. Think
of Bob yesterday, with not a toy to his name."

"That's why I want to give him one to-day."

"He'll be just as happy riding a stick - as soon as he forgets
this."

"He won't forget it. Look at his eyes."

"You're looking at his eyes all the time. That's what undoes
you."

He had to look away from her eyes then himself, or he felt
quite suddenly that he, too, would have been undone. He had
resisted the entreaty in women's eyes many times, but not
always, despite the reputation he held for indifference.

"Doctor Burns, won't you give me this one pleasure? You've
really been quite firm all the morning."

She was smiling, but he had himself in hand again and he was
blunt with her. "Bob's bachelor's child now," he said. "He
must be trained according to bachelors' ideas. Come, you know