away every day for a year. Besides, nobody wants me; nobody will miss me."
This was about the time when they found the white geranium in the churchyard, and began to send grooms about the country on horses. And Murchison was striding about the lanes gnawing his grizzled beard and calling on his God to take him, too, if harm had come to the child.
"But perhaps the stepmother would be nice," the boy said.
"Not she. Stepmothers never are. I know just what she'll be like—a horrid old hag with red hair and a hump!"
"Then you've not seen her?"
"No."
"You might have waited till you had."
"It would have been too late then," said Charling tragically.
"But your father wouldn't have let you be treated unkindly, silly."
"Fathers generally die when the stepmother comes; or else they can't help themselves. You know that as well as I do."
"I suppose your father is a good sort?"
"He's the best man there is," said Charling
