Dear grandmamma read us the story out of a little red book
one Sunday evening when you were gone to Church. They froze, you
know, and it was only cold and nasty for me."
"So the thought of them carried you through?"
"God carried me through," said the child reverently. "I asked Him
not to let me break His Commandment."
Just then the Colonel's heavy tread was heard, and with him came Mr.
Ogilvie, whom he had met on the road and informed. The good man was
indeed terribly grieved, and his first words were, "Caroline, I
cannot tell you how much shocked and concerned I am;" and then he
laid his hand on Armine's shoulder saying—-"My little boy, I am
exceedingly sorry for what you have suffered. One day Robert will be
so too. You have been a noble little fellow, and if anything could
console me for the part Robert has played it would be the seeing one
of my dear brother's sons so like his father."
He gave the downcast brow a fatherly kiss, so really like those of
days gone by that the boy's overstrained spirits gushed forth in sobs
and tears, of which he was so much ashamed that he rushed out of the
room, leaving his mother greatly overcome, his uncle distressed and
annoyed, and his master not much less so, at the revelation of so
much evil, so hard either to reach or to understand.
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