"He says he has broken loose from a very bad set he was in," Max said,
"and seems very much in earnest to make the best of himself,--which is,
of course, a great relief to me. I hope his good resolutions will amount
to something."
"Perhaps they will," Nora answered, rather indifferently, but her cheeks
got real red. I shouldn't wonder if she thought Chad'd done it because
she advised him to.
We have a way this summer, on Sunday afternoons, of all sitting with
Felix under the maple-trees, talking, and singing our chants and hymns
there instead of in the parlour. We were all there--the whole ten of
us--one afternoon, when papa came across the lawn and sat down in the
basket-chair that Phil rushed off and got him. We'd just finished
singing, "O Mother dear, Jerusalem," Fee accompanying us on his violin,
and we didn't begin anything else, for there was a queer--sort of
excited--look on papa's face that somehow made us think he had something
to tell us. And sure enough he had.
"My children," he said presently, and his voice wasn't as quiet and even
as it usually is, "I have this to tell you,--that last night I finished
my life work; my History is completed!"
The Fetich finished! we just looked at each other with wide-open eyes.
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