The dawn at Shanty Bay-- . „,.>** foster-mother. It bounces nearlyto the ceiling, wherewith she flungthe ball upon the floor, catching itas it descended ; and I wish youdtie up the handle on this whip—itsravelled; and just listen, puttingthe whistle to her lips and blowingtill the room rang with the sound. Whose are they, daddy ? were theyyours? Ronalds lips were firm ; but hiseyes turned traitors, dim and dewyas they were. He did not look atEphraim. Ill fix the whup—giet me. But whose are they, daddy ? A pause intervened. Thae was—thae was my sons, he said, al-most unheard. Your son ! What
The dawn at Shanty Bay-- . „,.>** foster-mother. It bounces nearlyto the ceiling, wherewith she flungthe ball upon the floor, catching itas it descended ; and I wish youdtie up the handle on this whip—itsravelled; and just listen, puttingthe whistle to her lips and blowingtill the room rang with the sound. Whose are they, daddy ? were theyyours? Ronalds lips were firm ; but hiseyes turned traitors, dim and dewyas they were. He did not look atEphraim. Ill fix the whup—giet me. But whose are they, daddy ? A pause intervened. Thae was—thae was my sons, he said, al-most unheard. Your son ! Whats his name ? His name was Hugh, lassie,Ronald said slowly. Whats his name now? thechild asked instantly. lOI ::^i^ ,Offm. Its—its still Hugh. Thae toyswas his. Whose are they now, daddy ? Theyre—theyre his, lassie. Where is he, daddy ? the eagerface upturned. Hes—hes awa. Was Nanna his mother ? Aye ; aye, lassie. Then shes his mother yet ? theserious face aglow with interest. Ronalds voice shook in spite ofall his efforts. Aye, Mildred, aye,shes his mither yet. Then why doesnt he comehome ? she asked in a perplexedtone. Ronald cast about sorely in hismind, gazing down the while uponthe beautiful inquisitor, all uncon-scious as she was of the fresh-bleed-ing wound. Ye—ye wudna unnerstand, heevaded. V ^ mi^ ^^i4^^ Do you understand, daddy ? Aye, he answered sadly, nae-body unnerstands only me. Doesnt Nanna understand ? Ronald hesitated. I dinna think,sae. Doesnt God understand, daddy? !\ Ronald gazed in startled silence ;but Ephraim volunteered the an-swer for which the child was wait-ing. No honey. He dont—there isntnobody finds it as hard to under-stand as Him. Come on out into theyard, he sudd
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