Adrian turned, and the gold of the settin’ sun wuz on his sweet face.
“Your father will look out for your future, little Partner; we will work together for your good, will we not, my boy?”
Mebby it wuz because I sot there so nigh—mebby it wuz the perfume of the English voyalets Alice had pinned into the front of my bask, jest like ’em I wore that day, but, anyway, some recollection seemed to take him back to that time at Jonesville, for he sez, jest as he did then—
“I am going to work for the poor.”
“I am going to work for the poor.”
“Ah, indeed!” sez Martin, smilin’, “and how will you do it, little Partner?”
Agin he turned his sweet face towards us, and agin the big, earnest eyes and sweet, serious mouth wuz gilded by the glowin’, yet sad smile of the sinkin’ sun.
And he sez simply, “I don’t quite know how, Father, but I know I shall work for them, and help them in some way.”
Wall, Martin dismissed the matter with a laugh, but I kep’ the words in my heart, and believed ’em. I believed truly that the Lord would lead him, and make him do His work.