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I do not remember our arrival at my grand-
father's farm sometime before daybreak, after
a drive of nearly twenty miles with heavy
work-horses. When I awoke, it was after-
noon. I was lying in a little room, scarcely
larger than the bed that held me, and the
window-shade at my head was flapping softly
in a warm wind. A tall woman, with wrinkled
brown skin and black hair, stood looking down
at me; I knew that she must be my grand-
mother. She had been crying, I could see, but
when I opened my eyes she smiled, peered at me
anxiously, and sat down on the foot of my bed.

"Had a good sleep, Jimmy?" she asked
briskly. Then in a very different tone she said,
as if to herself, "My, how you do look like
your father!" I remembered that my father
had been her little boy; she must often have
come to wake him like this when he overslept.
"Here are your clean clothes," she went on,
stroking my coverlid with her brown hand as
she talked. "But first you come down to the
kitchen with me, and have a nice warm bath

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