10/31 Little given as he was to forebodings of evil, when once he was possessed of one it became a certainty. "What will mother do ?" The boy went forward, stumbling half blindly over the stumps. Once he fell, bruising his knee severely, and picked himself up, sobbing piteously. All the child in Jerome had asserted itself. Beyond that was a little grove of old thick-topped pine-trees; beyond that the little woodland pond. |