My mother rocked gently back and forward with me in the evening shadows, and talked with me and soothed me, and told me stories how one day I should grow to be a good man—a minister, like my father, she hoped—and have a dear little house of my own.
"And will Susie be in it?"
"Let's hope so," said my mother. "Who knows?"
"But, mother, ain't you sure? I want you to say it will be certainly."
"My little one, only our dear Father could tell us that," said my mother. "But now you must try and learn fast, and become a good strong man, so that you can take care of a little wife."
CHAPTER III.
OUR CHILD-EDEN.
