it, Andy? I shouldn't ever 'a' thought of the thing myself, but she says
he kind o' needs me. Keeps askin' for me when the fever is on, and don't
seem to get along much when it lets up. She kind o' thinks if I was
there, it would help him to brace up, somehow, a little."

Andy made no response. The green light was dawning far down in his eye.

Uncle William watched it. "It's jest a sick man's fancy, like enough."

"When you goin'?" said Andy.

"I though 'bout day after to-morrow."

"It'll cost a heap."

"I know it."

"You've got it, I s'pose?" indifferently.

"Some of it," said William.

Andy moved a little farther away. He was very near the edge of the
bench.

Uncle William moved over by him, and laid a hand on his knee. "I was
goin' to ask you to lend me a hunderd, Andy."

Andy wriggled a little. "You don't _hev_ to go," he said feebly.

"If he needs me, I'll have to. I ain't ever been needed much--livin'