Maybe we'll have to come
up here and live in a cabin. I love the North already, and I've hardly
seen it. We could have a cabin in the woods, and get some furniture
when we could afford it, and then we could arrange it so cozily.
Really, I would be crazy about it. And we could have trout every day,
and wild ducks, and venison. If we could afford a screened porch we
could eat and sleep on it, and in the living room we could have a
table----"
"Good Lord, girl, arrangin' furniture again!" cried old John. "An I'd
come home some night an' break my neck before I could find the
matchbox. If we was to live in a cabin I'd spike the stuff to the
floor! But--maybe it won't be so bad as all that."
"I've been hateful to you of late, Dad, because of--of Oskar. But
really, you made an awful mistake. I should think you would know that
he couldn't have taken that coat. It isn't in him!"
"I never said he ate it," grinned the man.
"Oh, don't joke about it! Dad, I love Oskar. He's--oh, he's
everything a man should be, and it hurts me so to have them saying he
is a thief. He isn't a thief! And the time will come when he will
prove it. Promise me, Dad, that when he does prove it, you will make
every effort in your power to right the wrong you have done him."
Old John's hand rested for a moment upon the girl's head. "I promise
all that, girl. Surely ye know I can be just.
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