"Your dear mother used to sew a great deal. She—" His voice broke, for even after many years his grief was keenly alive.
"Is supper ready, Aunt Miriam?" asked Barbara, quickly.
"Yes."
"Then come, let's go in."
Ambrose North took his place at the head of the table, which, purposely, was nearest the door. Barbara and Miriam sat together, at the other end.
"Where were you to-day, Father?"
At the top of the World
"On the summit of the highest hill, almost at the top of the world. I think I heard a robin, but I am not sure. I smelled Spring in the maple branches and the cedar, and felt it in the salt mist that blew up from the sea. The Winter has been so long!"
"Did you make a song?"
Always Make a Song