"Mr.Rivers dislikes it.
He wrote to me about it just before he left.

Do you know, he did really think that you ought to be a clergyman.

He said you were so serious-minded for--for a boy." John laughed, "nice clergyman I'd have made." Did Leila too consider him a boy?
"Oh! here we are at the old cabin.

I never forget the first day we came here--and the graves.

The older I grow, Leila, the more clearly I can see the fight and the rifle-flashes, and the rescue--and the night--I can feel their terror." "Oh, we were mere children, John; and I do suppose that it is a pretty well decorated tradition." He looked at her with surprise, as she added, "I used to believe it all, now it seems strange to me, John--like a dream of childhood.