"According to his own story, even his father did nothing but play the fiddle and tramp through the woods day in and day out, with an occasional trip to the mountain village to get food and clothing when they had absolutely nothing to eat and wear.

Of course nobody wants him!" David, at the kitchen door, caught his breath chokingly.

Then he sped across the floor to the back hall, and on through the long sheds to the hayloft in the barn--the place where his father seemed always nearest.
David was frightened and heartsick.

NOBODY WANTED HIM.

He had heard it with his own ears, so there was no mistake.