"
"Mother, would you come where we are? Would you live as we do?" marvelled
the boy.
"Gladly," she answered. "It's about the only way I could live now, I've
given away so much of the money."
"Then I'll ask father!" cried the boy. "Why I forgot! Father is right back
here! Father! Father! Father come quick! Father it wasn't the Hermit bird
at all, it was mother! And oh joy, father, joy! She's just changed and
changed, till she's _most as changed as we are!_ She'll come back, father,
and she'll go to the woods with us, oh she will! Father, you're _glad_,
aren't you?"
When Nellie Minturn saw her husband coming across the mosses, his arms
outstretched, his face pain-tortured, she came swiftly forward, and as she
reached Malcolm, Mr. Minturn caught both of them in his arms crying: "My
sweetheart! My beautiful sweetheart, give me another chance, and this time
I'll be the head of my family in deed and in truth, and I'll make life go
right for all of us."
CHAPTER XIX
_Establishing Protectorates_
"I'm sorry no end!" said Mickey.
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