"Yes," he replied, "and that is just why I ought to be thankful. If I
was somebody's son, you know, everybody would know me--but I aint, and
yet, everybody is kind. I often try to be thankful, and I believe I
am," he added; "but then I'm often sinful. The other day, I believe I
would have shot Mr. Jinks--that was very wrong; yes, I know that was
very wrong."
And Verty shook his head sadly.
"Then I am angry sometimes," he said, "though not often."
"Not very often, I know," said Redbud, softly; "you are very sweet
tempered and amiable."
"Do you think so, Redbud?"
"Yes, indeed," smiled Redbud.
"I'm glad you think so; I thought I was not enough; but I have been
talking about myself too much, which, Miss Lavinia says, is wrong.
But, indeed, Redbud, I'll try and be good in future--look! there is
Fanny quarreling with Ralph!"
They rose, and approached the parties indicated, who were, however,
not more quarrelsome than usual: Fanny was only struggling with Ralph
for the string of the kite.
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