"Do you want to go up and see Joe for a little
while before you leave us?"
"I believe I will. Not that I've brought anything to read."
"I doubt if he cares to be read to this time--Carolyn gave him the
headlines this forenoon. He's a bit restless; I think he'd rather talk. If
you have nothing more to say to me, perhaps you can find something to say
to him."
"Oh, come! I'm sure we've had a good enough little chat. Aren't you a bit
restless yourself?"
"Well, run along. I've heard his chair rolling about up there for the last
half hour."
5
_COPE IS CONSIDERED FURTHER_
Randolph took the stairs to the second floor, and presently his footfalls
were heard on the bare treads that led from the second to the third. At the
top landing he paused and looked in through the open door of the picture-
gallery.
Over the varnished oak floor of this roomy apartment a middle-aged man who
wore a green shade above his eyes was propelling himself in a wheeled
chair. Thus did Joseph Foster cover the space where the younger and more
fortunate sometimes danced, and thus did he move among works of art which,
even on the brightest days, he could barely see.
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