She turned to me with a swift movement, her eyes filled with tears.
“Oh, Hugh, don't say any more. I can't stand it. How little you know, for all your thinking. I love you, I always have loved you. I grew to be ashamed of it, but I'm not any longer. I haven't any pride any more, and I never want to have it again.”
“You're willing to take me as I am,—to try?” I said.
“Yes,” she answered, “I'm willing to try.” She smiled at me. “And I have more faith than you, Hugh. I think we'll succeed.”....
At nine o'clock that night, when we came out through the gates of the big, noisy station, the children were awaiting us. They had changed, they had grown. Biddy kissed me shyly, and stood staring up at me.
“We'll take you out to-morrow and show you how we can ride,” said Moreton.
Matthew smiled. He stood very close to me, with his hand through my arm.
“You're going to stay, father?” he asked.
“I'm going to stay, Matthew,” I answered, “until we all go back to America.”....