The fear of a lost child was in his heart.
"What is it, Harry?" asked John, for he saw that his brother was faint
and exhausted.
"Well, John, I have eaten nothing since morning--and my heart sinks. I
have been doing wrong. I am sorry. I ought to have come to you."
"To be sure. Now you shall have food, and then I have something to tell
you that will make you happy." So while Harry ate, John told him of the
renting of Yoden and laid before him all that it promised. And as John
talked the young man's countenance grew radiant and he clasped his
brother's hand and entered with almost boyish enthusiasm into every
detail of the Yoden plan. He was particularly delighted at the prospect
of turning the fine old house into an unique and beautiful modern home.
He laughed joyously as he saw in imagination the blending of the old
carved oak furniture with his own pretty maple and rosewood. His
artistic sense saw at once how the high dark chimney-pieces would glow
and color with his bric-a-brac, and how his historical paintings would
make the halls and stairways alive with old romance; and his copies of
Turner and other landscapes would adorn the sitting-and sleeping-rooms.
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