"You see, I came here to keep house for Mr. Windom soon after old
Maria Bliss died. My husband died when David was six years old.
Alix was only four years old when I came here, Mr. Thane. This house
was new,--just finished. I'll never forget the rage Mr. Windom got
into when he found out that Alix and David were going up to the old
farmhouse where her mother died and were using one of the upstairs
rooms as a 'den.' They got in through a cellar window, it seems.
They were each writing a novel, and that was where they worked and
read what they had written to each other. That lasted only about six
weeks or so before Mr. Windom found out about it. He was terrible.
You see, without knowing it, they had picked out the room that was
most sacred to him. It was his wife's own room,--where she died and
where Alix's mother was born and where she also died,--and where
our Alix was born.
"Of course, at that time nobody knew about Edward Crown. We
all thought he was alive somewhere. The children never went there
again. No, sirree! They both ought to have known better than to
go at all. Alix was fifteen years old when that happened, and Davy
was going to college in the winter time."
"Did your son live here in the house with you all those years?"
inquired Courtney.
"We lived in the first cottage down the lane from here. Mr. Windom
was a very thoughtful man.
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