“I stood it pretty well when the Ark made her great voyage, and when Isaac Murch made so much money in the Hard-scrabble. I guess I can stand this,” replied Charlie, thinking Walter was about to tell him how much the Arthur Brown had made.
“O, it ain’t about money at all, but it’s something that will make you gladder than if you had a pile of gold as big as Elm Island.”
“Then it must be that you have given your heart to God, Walter.”
The tears came into Walter’s eyes in a moment.
“And do you think so much of me, Mr. Bell?”
“Just so much.”
“Well, it is not that. Your father has come.”
“My father, Walter, is dead, and I am preparing to put up a monument to his memory, right where we stand.”
“You needn’t put up any monument, for he’s alive and well, and in Captain Rhines’s house this minute.”