She's just like a child in a
hundred ways. She loves the trees and the grass and the
flowers--and everything that's simple and real! And as for her
heart--" His voice was low and very tender: "Why, her heart is
the biggest I've ever known. It's just overflowing with
sweetness and kindness. I've seen her pick up a baby that had
fallen in the street, and mother it in a way that--well, no one
could do it as she did it, unless her soul was clean."
The father was silent, a little awed. He made an effort to shake
off the feeling, and spoke with a sneer.
"You heard what she said yesterday, and you still are such a fool
as to think that."
The answer of the son came with an immutable finality, the
sublime faith of love.
"I don't think--I know!"
Gilder was in despair. What argument could avail him? He cried
out sharply in desperation.
"Do you realize what you're doing? Don't go to smash, Dick, just
at the beginning of your life. Oh, I beg you, boy, stop! Put
this girl out of your thoughts and start fresh.
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