my dear boy; but
our
thoughts, at least, are set on higher things,
and I trust we can afford to despise the merely temporal blessings of
life, and I entreat you to remember that our humble dwelling is always
open to the son of my old, old friend, and that there is always a jug
of good whiskey in the cupboard."
Thus in the shadow of the Eagle babbled the woman whom--for all her
absurdities--Margaret had loved as a mother.
Billy thanked her with an angry heart.