“You’ll feel better acquainted after a while, Lucindy.”
“That shows he expects to stay a long time,” thought Mrs. Ross.
“Don’t you think you made a mistake in leaving Illinois?” asked Mrs. Ross, point-blank.
“Well, perhaps I did,” admitted Uncle Obed.
“Of course you did. You are too old to come to a new place where you don’t know anybody. Now, out there you knew——”
“Pretty nigh everybody.”
“Exactly.”
“But out there I hadn’t any relations left. After my poor Mary died I felt lonesome.”
“Still, as you hadn’t seen us for so many years, we are almost the same as strangers.”
“I can’t forget, Lucindy, how you and your poor mother struggled along, and how I tried to help——”