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Chapter II
Blessye,laddie,Iamyourmither!”
Shetuckedthecoarsescarfshehadknitforhimcloseroverhischestandpulledhiscaploweroverhisears,butFreckles,whippingitoffandholdingitunderhisarm,caughtherrough,reddenedhandandpressedittohislipsinalongkiss.Thenhehurriedawaytohidethehappy,embarrassingtearsthatwerecomingstraightfromhisswellingheart.
Mrs.Duncan,sobbingunrestrainedly,sweptintotheadjoiningroomandthrewherselfintoDuncan’sarms.
“Oh,thepuirlad!”shewailed.“Oh,thepuirmither-hungrylad!Hebreaksmyheart!”
Duncan’sarmsclosedconvulsivelyaroundhiswife.Withabig,brownhandhelovinglystrokedherrough,sorrelhair.
“Sarah,you’reaguidwoman!”hesaid.“You’reamichtyguidwoman!Yehaeawayo’speakin’outattimesthat’sliketheinspiredprophetsoftheLord.Ifthathadbeenputtome,now,I’d’a’feltallIkenthowtoandbeenkeenenoughtosaytherichtthing;butdangit,I’d’a’stutteredandstammeredandgotnaethingoutthatwouldha’doneonybodyamiteo’good.Butye,Sarah!Didyeseehisface,woman?Yesenthimofflookin’lekeawhitelightofholinesshadpassedowerandsettledonhim.Yesenttheladawaytoohappyformortalwords,Sarah.Andyemademethatproudo’ye!Iwouldnatradeyean’myshareo’theLimberlostwithonykingyecouldmention.”
Herelaxedhisclasp,andsettingaheavyhandoneachshoulder,helookedstraightintohereyes.
“Ye’reprime,Sarah!Juistprime!”hesaid
