He meant too to tell him a long and a rather strange story and implore
him to beware of a number of things.
But when Cynthia's son,--tall, bronzed and serene, smiled down on the
old man who even in death had the look of a master, the warnings, the
bitterness melted away and Joshua Churchill smiled back and sighed
gratefully.
"Well, son,--I don't know as that saint father of yours and your
sinning granddad made such a mess of things after all. It's something
to give the world a man. Go back home to Green Valley and marry a
Green Valley girl."
And without bothering to say another word Joshua Churchill died.
Nanny came back to her valley town when the budded lilacs dripped with
rain and the wooded hillsides were blurred with spring mists.
But Green Valley rain never bothered Nanny Ainslee. Those who were not
out to greet her telephoned as soon as they heard she was back home
again.
And just as she had gone to help pack, Grandma Wentworth came to help
unpack. There were three trunks besides those Nanny had taken, from
Green Valley. Nanny laughed and chuckled as she explained.
"The joke's on father. We met up with a nice American chap on our
travels. He was so likable that father, who was pretty homesick by
that time and would have loved anything American, fell in love with
him.
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