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hing akin to triumph. For there was no awkwardness in the boy's procedure, no flushing embarrassment, no shame-facedness nor painfully self-conscious attempt to cover his ignorance. Instead, he sat and waited--sat and watched openly until Miss Sarah had herself selected knife or fork, as the case might be--and then, turning back to those beside his own place, frowning intently, he made painstaking selection therefrom. Nor did he once make a mistake. And Caleb, after he had begun to mark a growing softness in the color of his sister's thin cheeks, ventured to draw into conversation their small guest. The boy talked freely and openly, always with his wide eyes upon the face of his questioner, always in the grave and slightly drawling idioms of the woods. Again he confided that he had never before been out of the timber; he explained that "Old Tom's" untimely taking-off a fortnight back had been alone responsible for this pilgrimage. And that opened the way for a question which Caleb had been eager to ask him. "I suppose this--this 'Old Tom' was some kin of yours?" he observed. The boy shook his head. "No," he answered, "no, I ain't never hed no kin. I ain't never hed nobody--father ner mother, neither!" Caleb saw Sarah start a little and bite her thin lips. But the bird-like movement of surprise was lost upon the speaker. "I ain't never hed nobody," he re-averred, and Caleb, straining to catch a note of self-pity or plea for sympathy in the words, realized that the boy didn't even know what the one or the other was. "I ain't never hed nobody but Old Tom. And he was--he wasn't nuthin' but what he called my--my"--the sentence was broken while he paused to get the phrase correctly--"he was what he called my 'logical custodian.'" Guiltily Caleb knew that his next question would savor of indelicacy, but he had to ask it just the same. "Still, I suppose his--his taking-off must have been something in the nature of a blow to you?" he suggested. The boy pursed his lips. "Wall, no," he exclaimed at last, nonchalantly. "No-o-o! I can't say's it was. We'd both been expectin' it, I reckon. Old Tom, he often sed he knew that some day he'd go and git just blind, stavin' drunk enough to try an' swim the upper rapids--and two weeks ago he done so!" And the rest of the words were quite casual. "I kind-a reckon he'd hev made it, at that," he offered his opinion, "if they'd hev been a trifle more wa
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