Saxe Holm's Stories by Helen Hunt Jackson
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and groaned aloud. Towards morning he formed a resolution which calmed him
somewhat. "Ef I kin only be right close to 'em till it comes, p'raps I can be of a little use. Leastways it 'ud be some comfort to try," he said. As the Elder and Draxy were sitting at breakfast the next day, they caught sight of the old man's bent figure walking up and down outside the gate, and stopping now and then irresolutely, as if he would come in, but dared not. "Why, there's old Ike," exclaimed the Elder, "What on earth can he want at this time of day!" Draxy looked up with a very tender smile, and said: "I shouldn't wonder if he wanted just to see how happy you look, Mr. Kinney. Nobody in this world loves you so well as old Ike does." "Oh, Draxy!" said the Elder, reproachfully. "No, dear, not even I. Old Ike never dreams of receiving any love in return. I have seen his eyes follow you with just such a look as dogs' eyes have. I wish we could do something for him." "We will, dear, we will go and see him often. I own it smites me to the soul sometimes to think how humble he is, and so glad to see me when I haven't been near him for six months, maybe." At this moment Hannah put her head into the door and said, in no pleasant voice:-- |
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