Page 137 - Fairbrass

conversation with the lawyer. In some
dazed sort of fashion all this came to an

end, and in a state of bewilderment Fair-

brass soon found himself hand-in-hand with
his father descending to the Little House

through the leafy woods and broad lands
that he now knew to be his own. Of course

no word was spoken. What was the use of
talking to a boy who was as deaf as he was

dumb ? But the child joyfully noted that,

although the father’s face was still sad,
his step was elastic, and when he reached

the old sycamore-tree he paused, took him
in his arms, and kissed him. It was at

this moment that Pax, who already loved
Fairbrassj but somehow mistrusted the

father, stole up to them and looked wistfully

up into the ‘ Young Squire's1 face. That
he was at once fondled goes without saying,

and, seeing this, the father gave the dog
equally gracious welcome.

It was rather unlucky that at this very
instant Fairbrass remembered an occasion

on which, to his intense grief, his father