And when the men found them, he was sitting up against a tree sound
asleep, almost frozen stiff, with her in his lap and his cold little
arms around her. It was late in September and the nights were cold.
Then there was the time when she fell off the side of the ferry
boat and he jumped in after her,--with his best suit on, the little
rascal,--and held her up till Josh Wilson stopped the ferry and
old Mr. White, who was crossing with his team, managed to throw a
buggy rein out to him and pull him in. The water out there in the
middle of the river is ten feet deep, Mr. Thane, and David was
just learning how to swim. And they BOTH had croup that night. My
goodness, I thought that boy was going to die. But, my land, that
seems ages ago. Here they are, a grown, man and woman, and probably
don't even remember those happy days."
"That's the horrible penalty one pays for growing up, Mrs. Strong."
"I guess you're right. Of course, they write to each other every once
in a while,--but nothing is like it used to be. Alix had a letter
from Davy only a day or so ago. You'd think she might occasionally
tell me some of the things he writes about,--but she never does.
She never opens her mouth about them. And he never writes anything
to me about what she writes to him. I suppose that's the way of the
world. When they were little they used to come to me with everything.
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