“I’m not quite used to it yet myself,” said Jadwin. “I was in here last Sunday, thinking it all over, the new house, and the money and all. And it struck me as kind of queer the way things have turned out for me.⁠ ⁠… Sam, do you know, I can remember the time, up there in Ottawa County, Michigan, on my old dad’s farm, when I used to have to get up before daybreak to tend the stock, and my sister and I used to run out quick into the stable and stand in the warm cow fodder in the stalls to warm our bare feet.⁠ ⁠… She up and died when she was about eighteen⁠—galloping consumption. Yes, sir. By George, how I loved that little sister of mine! You remember her, Sam. Remember how you used to come out from Grand Rapids every now and then to go squirrel shooting with me?”

“Sure, sure. Oh, I haven’t forgot.”