XIII。
Jeffcameintotheuglyoldfamilyparlor，wherehismothersatmendingbythekerosene—lampwhichshehadkeptthroughallthehouseholdchanges，andpushedenoughofherworkasidefromthecornerofthetabletoresthisarmuponit。
\"Mother，Iwantyoutolistentome，andtowaittillIgetdone。Willyou？\"
Shelookedupathimoverherspectaclesfromthestockingshewasdarning；thechinaegggleamedthroughthefrayedplace。\"Whatnotionhaveyougotinyourhead，now？\"
\"It’saboutJackson。Heisn’twell。He’sgottoleaveoffworkandgoaway。\"