I mean, remarked Webb, that you have fallen in love with the namesake of your cat; and if she was as loving, gentle and confiding as the kitten you hold in your arms, you are not to be blamed.
It is a great deal to have the kitten, she will always keep my memory fresh for Amy.
Never mind, boy; you will grow older, and will find some other girl that you will love, and forget Amy.
Forget Amy? he replied; No, Mr.——, I don’t know your name. You don’t know me. No, I never will, I never can forget my Amy. And I here and now swear, in the presence of my God and my desolate home, never to forget her! I further swear never to love another!
Good, bold and generous boy, exclaimed Webb. You know nothing of the world, and but little of yourself.
I know myself well enough to know that I shall never forget my first and only love.
CHAPTER V.
Parting of Mother and Child.