"Uncle Jethro, do you think I'll be away from you, except—except when I have to?"
"C-come and read to me—won't you—come and read?"
"Of course I will!"
"C-call to mind the first book you read to me, Cynthy?"
"It was 'Robinson Crusoe,'" she said.
"'R-Robinson Crusoe.' Often thought of that book. Know some of it by heart. R-read it again, sometime, Cynthy?"
She looked up at him a little anxiously. His eyes were on the great hill opposite, across Coniston Water.
"I will, indeed, Uncle Jethro, if we can find it," she answered.
"Guess I can find it," said Jethro. "R-remember when you saw him makin' a ship?"
"Yes," said Cynthia, "and I had my feet in the pool."