I felt, as I read it, that I ort to go right away and see her.
But I hated to leave home agin—I hated to like a dog.
So I writ her back as lovin’ a letter as I could, and I kinder waved off the subject of my comin’, sayin’ I’d come jest as soon as I could.
A week or more passed, then come a letter from Martin, sayin’ Alice wuzn’t very well, and had sot her heart on seein’ me—wouldn’t I come?
I went.
Alice wuz dretful glad to see me, and in my lovin’ sympathy her white face seemed to git a little more color and brightness into it.
Good land! I see what ailed her jest as well as though I had took our big parlor lamp and walked through her mind.
Her father wuz jest as determined as ever that she should have nothin’ to do or say to Richard Noble.
And bein’ right here by his side, as it were, and forbid to see him or speak to him made it fur worse than it wuz when they wuz seperated by a ocean. Her Pa had planned in his own mind that this trip should ween her from him. But how mistook he wuz!
She had carried a faithful, lovin’ heart over the Atlantic, and had brung it back with her.