“Lawyer?”
“Yes: you proposed to adopt me. Can’t we find the right man at Prairie du Chien? Clarence,” exclaimed the child to her brother, “told me one day at the gypsy camp that he proposed to adopt me, because he had no sisters of his own.”
“I’d be delighted,” broke in Will Benton, “to have you as a brother, Clarence: you have been in very deed, a brother to my little sister. She told me all about your lively scrap with Ezra. And I’m sure my father and mother would make our home yours.”
Clarence, thinking of his own dear ones, struggled hard to keep down his emotion. His lips quivered.
“O, I beg pardon!” said Will much confused. “I forgot.” And in a few words he told Dora of the railroad accident.
“Clarence,” said Dora, “did you pray to our Blessed Mother for the safety of your parents?”
“Yes;” said Clarence humbly: “I thought of what you would do, and so I prayed to her.”
“I’ll join with you. And tomorrow, Clarence, I’m going to Communion again. Oh, I never felt so happy in all my life. I’m going tomorrow.”
“We’ll all go tomorrow,” added Rieler, “and we’ll all pray for your parents.”
And then the four innocents fell to laughing and talking till at length Campion College was reached.