The old sun don't shine as bright when you're away, and when it rains it seems like the moss and the grass and the little trees was crying for you.

I reckon everything weeps when you're gone, girl, everything except your old dad, and sometimes he feels like he'd have to bust out and join the rest of them." He seated himself upon the worn spruce-log steps, and the girl settled beside him and snuggled against his knee.
"I missed you dreadfully, daddy," she said.

"It seemed as if those days at the Mission would never end.

Father Barnum and the others were very kind, and I studied hard, but there wasn't any fun in things without you." "I reckon you know as much as a priest, now, don't you ?" "Oh, lots more," she said, gravely.

"You see, I am a woman." He nodded reflectively.