On a
bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side,
sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and
benevolence. She
thought of the smiles she would gather when she brought
forth his first grandson. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been
a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him
down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon
the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she
stepped back from him quickly. “I don’t see,” gasped Ann Veronica, “why parents and children.
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