"Oh, they do as well as any," he replied irritably. Though any reference to his deformity annoyed him, there were times when she felt obliged to allude to it as a factor in his career. For good or ill, that clubfoot, like the mark of Jason in her life, had been his destiny. With his unusual gifts and without the sensitive shrinking from crowds which his lameness had developed into a disease, he might have achieved success in any profession that he had chosen. "You stay by the fire," he added, "while I take a turn at the bossing."
She nodded. "Very well, I'll be in the dairy when you are ready for me."
"I'll manage the whole business if you'll let me."
"But I shan't let you." She was smiling as she answered, and she perceived from his face that he was big enough to respect her for her in
