I know you
understand, Mr. Harlan Thornton, what a dear old man your grandfather
is!"
"He has been mother, father, brother, and sister and best friend--all
those to me. He has seemed to have some of the elements of all.
"I know of the good things he has done, and how ungrateful some of the
folks are he has helped. Your grandfather would be a real saint if it
were not for politics. You know we folks at the State capital hear
politics talked all the time. I suppose my good father has the same
wicked things said about him--though, of course, I don't hear them."
"And I've been too deep in the woods to hear."
Presson ushered his wife and the young people into the carriage.
"Thelismer and I would rather walk," he said. "We have some more matters
to talk over." And he sent them away.
Harlan took his seat opposite the ladies, and now, in this close
proximity, he realized how charming the young girl was. From the close
braids of her brown hair to the tips of her bronze shoes she was womanly
grace and refinement personified.
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