“Live with him, take him away from here, fight for him,” she whispered. “As long as he lives. As long as we live!” Her tears fell upon his hands.
“Yes! that is it. We must fight together for the child as long as we live!”
And they both divined something of how the years must be, living not for themselves but largely for their child, changing their life as his needs changed, preparing to struggle with him against the odds of his fate.
“Where is he?” he asked.
They found him playing by himself under a great tree. When he saw them coming across the lawn, he stood very still and watched their faces, looking at them keenly. His mother took his hand and leaned over to kiss him. He put his other hand up to his father. Thus they walked slowly back toward the house, the child gravely marching between his parents, holding them to him, one on either hand.
The Macmillan Little Novels
BY FAVOURITE AUTHORS
Handsomely Bound in Decorated Cloth
16mo 50 cents each
Philosophy Four