"I came a stranger, but this house has been made a home to me." She peered up at him, and Harry saw that once more her old eyes were flaming with the light he had seen there when he arrived.
"Good-bye, governor," she said, holding out a wrinkled and trembling hand.

"I am proud that our house has sheltered you, but it is not for the last time.

You will come again, and you will be thin and pale and in rags, and you will fall at the door.

I see you coming with these two eyes of mine." "Hush, Aunt Suse," exclaimed Mrs.Simmons.

"It is not Governor Ware, it is his great-grandson, and you mustn't send him away tellin' of terrible things that will happen to him." "I'm not afraid," said Harry, "and I hope that I'll see Aunt Susan and all of you again." He lifted her hand and kissed it in the old-fashioned manner.
She smiled and he heard her murmur: "It is the great governor's way.