This house is yours while you choose to remain, and my grandchildren and my great-grandson will do for you whatever you wish." Dick noticed that her grammar and intonation were perfect.

Many of the Virginians and Marylanders who emigrated to Kentucky in that far-off border time were people of cultivation and refinement.
After these words of welcome she turned from him, sat down in her chair and gazed steadily into the coals.

Everything about her seemed to float away.

Doubtless her thoughts ran on those dim early days, when the Indians lurked in the canebrake and only the great borderers stood between the settlers and sure death.
Dick began to gather from the old woman's words a dim idea of what had occurred.

Harry Kenton must have passed there, and as they went into the next room where food and coffee were placed before them, Jarvis explained.
"Your cousin, Harry Kenton, came through here last spring on his way to Virginia," he said.