“Uncle Isaac, I love to hear you talk about such things.”
“It is talk that won’t do either of us any harm, John; and I trust you are not a prayerless, as I know you are not a thoughtless, boy.”
“I say the Lord’s prayer, as my mother taught me. Uncle Isaac, are you in any hurry to get home?”
“No; I don’t care if we don’t get home till midnight.”
“Then let us talk; it’s calm; let her drift; I want to tell you what I think. I think Charles and I were made for each other; it seems so to me, and I can’t make it seem any other way. Don’t you like him?”
“Why, I haven’t seen enough of him to know yet; I never set eyes on him till about three hours ago. They say a person is known by the company he keeps, and he certainly came in very bad company.”
“You say that just to plague me; you don’t believe in your heart that he went with those men because he liked them, or that he is a bad boy.”
“I like his appearance, and I think he’ll turn out to be a good boy. He has, no doubt, been obliged to take up with company that was not his own choice, for misery makes strange bedfellows.”
“Turn out to be a good boy! He’s a good boy now! I know he is; he’s good clear through!”
“Well, time will show.”