It transformed the father
to one of the elect.
Surely, thought Robert Morton, great and unexpected issues had centered
about his visit to Wilton. When confronted by the present unfoldings,
who would have the temerity to boast that one's destinies were matters
of chance?
"Well," called Mr. Galbraith as he came up the walk, "you two people
look comfortable. Is there room on that doorstep for one more?"
"Certainly, sir! Certainly!" Willie replied. "But wouldn't you rather
we heaved a box or something out of the shop for you to set on? You'll
find these steps a good way down, I'm afraid."
"Not a bit of it," the New Yorker answered, dropping into the welcome
shade of the trellis. "You have deserted the shop, I see. Does that
mean your work is done?"
"Done an' delivered," smiled Willie. "We've discharged our cargo an'
ain't took nothin' else aboard yet. We're just kinder ridin' at
anchor."
"How did your friend, Mr. Brewster, like your handiwork?"
In spite of his native modesty Willie's bronzed face lighted with pride.
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