"I
will always care for Aunt Hannah, and love her above all women. Don't
you worry about that. She shall live with me when I am a man, and we
will go to Europe together."
"Yes, to Carnarvon, perhaps," Mr. Jerrold interposed, and then said,
suddenly: "Do you remember the day you caught and kissed my old hands,
and did me so much good? Would you mind kissing them again?--this one;
it burns so and aches!" and he raised his thin, right hand, winch Grey
took in his own, and kissed reverently and lovingly, saying as he did
so:
"Poor, tired hand, which has done so much hard work, but never a bad
act."
"Oh, oh! My boy, my boy, you hurt me!" grandpa cried, as he snatched his
hand from Grey, who looked at him wonderingly and said:
"I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. Is your hand sore?"
"Sore? Yes, sorer than you know or guess; so sore that it aches down to
my very heart."
"Come, Grey, I think it is time we were off. Father is getting tired and
excited. You will see him again to-morrow," Hannah said, and her father
rejoined:
"To-morrow! Who knows? To-day is all we can call our own, and I will
bless my boy to-day.
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