'You will find Jack at the stable,' she said, smiling; 'he ought to have
been here.'
The stable! Why had I not thought of that before? Thankfully now my
words came--
'Yes, certainly, I'll find him, Mrs. Graeme. I suppose he's as much of
a scapegrace as ever, and off I went to look up Graeme's young brother,
who had given every promise in the old days of developing into as
stirring a rascal as one could desire; but who, as I found out later,
had not lived these years in his mother's home for nothing.
'Oh, Jack's a good boy,' she answered, smiling again, as she turned
toward the other two, now waiting for her upon the walk.
The week that followed was a happy one for us all; but for the mother it
was full to the brim with joy. Her sweet face was full of content, and
in her eyes rested a great peace. Our days were spent driving about
among the hills, or strolling through the maple woods, or down into the
tamarack swamp, where the pitcher plants and the swamp lilies and the
marigold waved above the deep moss.
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