Hence it is no wonder that before another half-hour was over, Ericson was asleep by Robert's side.
They did not seem to be waiting for young Ericson to make social errors.
The man was plucky enough, and took his tone readily from Ericson's calm, subdued way.
I will not come between you and your haberdasher, Mr. Ericson.
He felt that Mrs. Ericson was pondering his case deeply as she sat clicking her needles.
But to the eyes of Hamilton and of Ericson it meant a great deal.
He darted up the stair to the room where he had first waited upon Ericson.
He spoke to Miss Ericson; but it was evident that his thoughts were distracted.
Mrs. Ericson came in, wearing a clean white apron, her black hair shining from the application of a wet brush.
When he got to the top of the stairs Ericson found his hostess, and shook hands with her.