wade

Mrs. Wade sighed as she remembered how everyone had flocked around Norah.

"Does beat all how she kin do it," thought Wade, listlessly.

"I s'pose you know more'n your father and mother," suggested Wade.

This time, Mrs. Wade admitted bravely to herself that her jealousy was not for Billy.

"A Wade check is always honored," was his cryptic assertion.

Wade wondered if his wife ever felt as he did—almost afraid of this son of theirs.

There were no expressions of tenderness in the Wade household.

You can—if you want to, but Bill don't need him, Mrs. Wade,—he's dead.

What I was going to ask you was, have you thought of that Miss Wade?'

The lounger had lounged out of view, and Miss Wade and Tattycoram were gone.