Helping Himself by Horatio Alger
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which her daughter had so happily escaped.
"I cannot tell how grateful I am to you for the service you have done my daughter," she said, warmly. "You are a very brave boy. There is not one in ten who would have had the courage to act as you did." "You praise me more than I deserve, Mrs. Clifton. I saw the man was drunk, and I did not really run much risk in what I did. I am very thankful that I was able to be of service to Miss Carrie." "It is most fortunate that you were at hand. My daughter might have been killed." "What do you think, mother? He is a minister's son," said Carrie, vivaciously. "That certainly is no objection in my eyes," said Mrs. Clifton, smiling, "for I am a minister's daughter. Where does your father preach?" "His church is only a mile distant, in the village." "I shall hear him, then, next Sunday. Last Sunday Carrie and I were both tired, and remained at home, but I have always been accustomed to go to church somewhere." "Papa will be here next Sunday," said Carrie. "He can only come Saturday night on account of his business." |
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