The story of iron

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ELIZABETH I. SAMUEL
Author of “The Story of Gold and Silver” ILLUSTRATED BY VELMA T. SIMKINS
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY PHILADELPHIA 1920
COPYRIGHT 1914 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
To P. K. P.
THE STORY OF IRON
“I wisht,” said Billy Bradford, standing, hands thrust deep in his trousers pockets, in the middle of the path, and looking across the broad river at the mountains beyond, “I wisht——”
“William Wallace, come here,” called a voice from the door where the path ended. “It’s time for you to start with your uncle’s dinner.”
Billy turned quickly, drew his hands out of his pockets, and in a moment was at the door.
Billy Bradford might stand still, looking away off at the mountains, and wish, but William Wallace was quite another boy. There had been a time when Billy hadn’t felt that there were two of him. Then he had lived in the country. That was before the day that his father, hand on Billy’s head, had smiled at him for the last time, saying, “Billy, my little man.”
Then Uncle John had drawn him gently away, and Aunt Mary had kissed him, and they had brought him to the little house by the river.