Nearly every afternoon found them
sitting there in a solemn row, waiting for the shadows to grow long
across the grass, for it was then that George oftenest came to play on
the organ. He always smiled on the three grave little figures, waiting
so patiently for the music of his vesper hymns.
It touched the lonely man to have John Jay follow him about, with that
same wistful look in his eyes that a faithful dog has for its master.
Sometimes he sat down on the steps beside the children and talked to
them awhile, just to see the boy's face light up with pleasure.
It was a mystery to Sheba, how a dignified minister could care for the
companionship of such a harum-scarum little creature as her grandson.
She did know the tie that bound them, but their natures were as near
akin as the acorn and the oak. In John Jay the man saw his own childhood
with all its unanswered questions and dumb, groping ambitions; while the
boy, looking up to his "Rev'und Gawge" as the highest standard of all
manliness, felt faint stirrings within, of the possibility of such
growth for himself.
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