Chapter Two.
“Papa does not feel it to-night,” said Jem, as they went up-stairs; “but he’ll be tired enough to-morrow, when he has time to think about it. And so poor old Tim has gone!”
“‘Poor old Tim, no longer,’ as your father said,” said Frank, gravely. “It does seem almost beyond belief, doesn’t it?”
“What?” asked Jem.
But Frank did not answer him directly.
“I wonder what battles old Tim had to fight,” said he. “Your father said he had gotten the victory.”
“Oh! just the battles that other people have to fight with the world, the flesh, and the devil, and a hard time he has had, too, poor old chap,” said Jem.
“Jem,” said David, “I think old Tim Bent was the very happiest old man we knew.”