It isn't good for a baby to be up so late. Come, Rodney," and
she lifted the little one in her arms, "kiss your----"
"Grandad," the parson assisted as his wife paused. "We shall teach him
to call me that, eh? It will be better than 'daddy.'"
"You look after him, Daniel, while I make his bed ready. Don't let him
fall. There, that's good," and Mrs. Royal stepped back to view the
baby lying in her husband's arms.
Lighting a candle which was standing on tin mantel over the fire-place,
she went upstairs and stopped before a door on the left of the hall-way
This she opened and softly entered. The room was small, but neat and
cosy. Every piece of furniture was in its proper place, and the bed
looked as if it had been recently made. The walls were adorned with
various articles, from a number of shelves, filled with books for boys,
to snow-shoes, fishing-rods, a rifle, and college colours. It had been
several years since any one had slept in that room, but not a day had
passed during that period that Mrs. Royal had not entered and sat for a
while in the big easy chair by the side of the bed. Everything was
there just as Alec had left it, though a few things had been added
since.
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