'Meanin' no disrespect,
Minister,' I says, 'don't think it! The Lord has His views, you'll
allow, most times, and He had 'em when He sent the child here. He
could have sent her ashore by the station jest as easy,' I says, 'if
so be't had seemed best; but He sent her to me,' I says, 'and I'll
keep her.' 'But how can you bring up a child?' he says, 'alone, here
on a rock in the ocean?' he says. 'I've been thinking that over,
Minister,' I says, 'ever since I holt that little un in my arms,
takin' her from her dead mother's breast,' I says; 'and I can't see
that there's more than three things needed to bring up a child,--the
Lord's help, common sense, and a cow. The last two I hev, and the
fust is likely to be round when a man asks for it!' I says. So then
we shakes hands, and he doesn't say nothin' more, 'cept to pray a
blessin' for me and for the child. And the blessin' kem, and the
blessin' stayed, Star Bright; and there's the end of the story, my
maid.
"And now it's time these two eyes were shut, and only the top star
shinin' in the old tower. Good night, Jewel! Good night, and God bless
you!"
CHAPTER III.
INTRODUCING IMOGEN AND BOB
"Imogen!" said Star, looking up from her book, "I don't believe you
have been listening!"
Imogen looked up meekly, but made no attempt to deny the charge.
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