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"I hope Tom didn't need his overcoat while I was away, Mary," said
Uncle Joe, abruptly changing the topic of conversation.
[Illustration with caption: That's the kind of a doctor to have," said
Uncle Joe]
"He has another coat," said Mrs. Bingle, evasively. "When you feel
better you must tell us what you have been doing for the past--"
"I'm not going to feel any better," said Uncle Joe, quite cheerfully.
"I may hang on for a long time but I'm not going to be any better.
This is the finish for me, Mary. And I'd like you to know that I
didn't come back here to die on your hands without first giving my
children a chance to take me in. I--I tried them once more."
"You--you went to them again?" she cried. Melissa laid the second
blanket across the bed more gently than the first.
"Yes," said Mr. Hooper, his thick eyebrows meeting in a scowl of
anger. "Yes, I talked with all three of them this morning before I
came here. I told them that I was sick and--and--" He choked up
suddenly as Mrs. Bingle began to pat his lean old knuckles with her
soft, warm hand.


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