I don't remember my own father; but you do, Robert ?" "Yes." "Was he like Mr.Price ?" "No.

He was a grand, noble man, with a kind heart." "Will he let us live at home, now that he has come ?" she asked.
Robert, though his own heart was heavy, and he felt gloomy and sad, strove to look on the bright side.
"Yes, he cannot drive us from home," he said.
"But mother will love us no longer." "She will, sister.

No man can rob us of mother's love." Then they went apart to discuss their sorrow alone, and, as the shades of evening gathered over the scene, their relatives began a search for them.

The children were found in the chimney corner clasped in each other's arms sobbing.
Although kind friends and loving relatives did all in their power to console them, they refused to be comforted.

Robert remembered that noble father who had so often held him on his knee, that poor father whose mysterious fate was unknown, and he thought how wicked it was for his mother to marry the fox-hunting, gin-tippling cavalier, Hugh Price.