That the boy would be her difficulty, she knew by instinct, for he had been seized by one of those unaccountable romantic fancies to which the young of the race are disposed.

Though the sentiment was certainly far less dangerous than Fanny's passion for the, matine idol, since it revealed itself principally as a robust and wholly masculine ambition to follow in the footsteps of adventure, Gabriella fought it almost as fiercely as she had fought Fanny's incipient love affair.
"He is making Archibald rough," she said to Miss Polly, after a fortnight of unavailing opposition to the new influence in Archibald's life.

"Until we came here," she added despondently, "Archibald loved me better than anything in the world, and now he seems to think of nothing but this man." "It looks to me as if it was mighty good for the child, honey.

You can't keep a boy tied to your apron-strings all the time.

Archibald needs a father the same as other boys, and if he hasn't got one, he's either goin' to break loose or he's goin' to become a mollycoddle.