He was younger than Calvin, but older than Wilmer Deakon, and a little fat.
After the sitting, Wilmer went yawning forward, and with a hand on Marshby's shoulder, took him to the door.
Wilmer spoke gently, and though the tone recalled her, she could not forbear at once, in her hurt pride and loyalty.
“Heaven bless you, my children,” said Mrs. Wilmer, fervently.
Zula
|H. Esselstyn Lindley
