“She is a tall, frail woman, and she has very bad spells. Some people say she has heart disease,” said Warren.
“I am very sorry indeed. It would be very sad for him to have his mother taken from him. I really hope to hear when you write that she is better.”
They went slowly up to the little village hotel. The stage was about to start.
As Warren handed her down he said, “Do not forget to write me all your troubles, cousin, and I will write you the news. I will give the same injunction to come and live with us as father did.”
“Thank you for your kindness. I shall never forget you or the dear ones I left in my new home by the lake,” answered Nettie.
“Have you no word for Paul?”
“Yes, cousin, tell him good bye, to be upright and honest in all his endeavors, and God will deal justly by him. Good bye, cousin,” said Nettie.
As she took a seat in the stage she peeped out of the window and said, “Write me often, and please send me the village newspaper if you do not think I am asking too much. I will send the change when I arrive home.”
“I will go and order it sent you so you will get it next week,” said Warren.
The stage started on its long journey to the city, bearing one sad little being on her way for home.