"The man we are speaking of had his faults, God knows, but if you had heard him talk about you, sir, and your sister and his daughter--especially his little daughter----"
"He talked about his daughter, did he?"
"Constantly--he seemed to be always thinking of her."
"He never did anything else, then. He left me to bring her up and never sent a penny toward her support."
"He was poor himself perhaps--indeed I know he was poor."
"Then what about the letters he wrote to his mother, bragging of his business and the fine friends he was making?"
Christian Christiansson dropped his head.
"And when my own business was broken up, did he offer to relieve me of my burden?"
"That was afterward, Oscar--you are confusing the dates," said Aunt Margret.
"Hold your tongue, Margret Neilsen--I know what I'm saying. No, sir, when the ingrate at Government House made me a bankrupt and I didn't know if I should have a roof to cover me, it was the father's brother who had to take the child off my hands."