12/13 An affection that had its inception in his boyhood days shone in his eyes. The hand in which the Lowestoft had shaken rested now heavily on an old man's bent shoulder--a shoulder that straightened itself in unconscious loyalty under the touch. I don't expect to find another like you. But maybe if I wear the woolen socks too late you'll come and hunt up the others for me. Eh ?" And, with a smile that was meant to be quizzical, William turned and began to shift the teapots about again. |