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John Greylston was really touched, and he laid his hand kindly on his sister's shoulder. "Come, come, Madge, don't talk so sadly. I remember and love those things as well as you do, but then you see I cannot afford to neglect my interests for weak sentiment.
And John Greylston folded his arms, and looked fixedly at his sister, but she did not heed him. She talked on eagerly "I love the old trees; I will do anything to save them. John, you spoke last night of additional expense, should the road take that curve. I will make it up to you; I can afford to do this very well. Now listen to reason, and let the trees stand."
"Don't say so, Margaret," Mr. Greylston sharply answered, getting up at the same time from his chair, "don't tell me you could not help it. I have talked and reasoned with you about those trees, until my patience is completely worn out; there is no necessity for you to be such an obstinate fool." "Oh! John, hush, hush!" "I will not," he thundered.
As John Greylston entered the hall, a sudden and irresistible desire prompted Margaret to go and tell him all the loving and forgiving thoughts of her heart, no matter what his mood should be. So she threw down her work, and went quickly towards the parlour door. And the brother and sister met, just on the threshold.
And Annie patted his silken ears, and then went on to the house, the dog bounding on before her, as though he had found an old playmate. John Greylston rubbed his eyes. No, it was not a dream. His darling niece was really by his side, her soft curls touching his cheek; he flung his arms tightly around her. "Dear child, I was just dreaming about you; how glad I am to see your sweet face again."
Do you know when we were travelling this summer, I was pining all the time to get here. I was so tired of Newport and Saratoga, and all the crowds we met." "You are singular in your tastes, some would think, Annie," said Miss Greylston, smiling fondly on her darling.
O, for so many long years, ever since my Ellen was snatched from me," and here John Greylston paused a moment "you have been to me a sweet, faithful comforter. Madge, dear twin sister, your love has always been a treasure to me; but you well know for many years past it has been my only earthly treasure. Henceforth, God helping me, I will seek to restrain my evil temper.
"Let the pines go down, my dear brother, I see now how unreasonable I have been," suddenly interrupted Miss Greylston; "and indeed these few days past I could not look at them with any pleasure; they only reminded me of our separation. Cut them down: I will not say one word." "Now, what a very woman you are, Madge!
There was once a day when the beauty even of Eden ceased to gladden two guilty tremblers who hid in its bowers. "A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger." When Margaret Greylston came across that verse, she closed her Bible, and sat down beside the window to muse. "Ah," she thought, "how true is that saying of the wise man!
Tell me, dear aunt!" and she knelt beside her. So Miss Greylston told her niece the whole story, softening, as far as truth would permit, many of John's harsh speeches; but she was, not slow to blame herself. Annie listened attentively. Young as she was, her heart took in with the deepest sympathy the sorrow which shaded her beloved friends. "Oh!
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