Round Anvil Rock - A Romance by Nancy Huston Banks
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The tears were very near. But she was a little angry, too, and her blue
eyes flashed. "No; no one owes him so much--as myself. He couldn't have been so good--no one ever could be so good to any one else as he has always been to me. Still"--softening suddenly, for she was fond of the boy, and something in his sensitive face went to her tender heart--"think, David, dear, we owe him everything we have,--our names, our home, our clothes, our education, our very lives. We must never for a moment forget that it was he who found us all alone--you in a cabin on the Wilderness Road and me in a boat at Duff's Fort--and brought us in his own arms to Cedar House. And you know as well as I do that he would have given us a home in his own house if it had not been so rough and bare a place, a mere camp. And then there was no woman in it to take care of us, and we were only little mites of babies--poor, crying, helpless morsels of humanity. Where do you think we came from, David? I wonder and wonder and wonder!" wistfully, with her gaze on the darkening river. It was an old question, and one that they had been asking themselves and one another and every one, over and over, ever since they had been old enough to think. The short story which Philip Alston had told was all that he or any one knew or ever was to know. The boy silently shook his head. The girl went on:-- "Sometimes I am sorry that we couldn't live in his house. You would have understood him better and have loved him more--as he deserves. It is only that you don't really know each other," she said gently. "And then I should like to do something for him--something to cheer him--who does everything for me. It must be very sad to be alone and old. It grieves me to see him riding away to that desolate cabin, especially on stormy |
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