"
"I can't imagine how he knew it," gave in Mrs. Floyd, thoughtfully.
"Perhaps he has had some dealings with our lawyers, though they
promised not to speak of it. I thought when we moved down here among
strangers you'd quit troubling about that. You know you are as good as
anybody else, so what is the good of worrying? You make me very
unhappy, Harriet. I feel almost as if I did wrong to bring you up.
But you know I love you just the same as if you was my own child, don't
you?"
"Yes, and I love you as if you were my own mother. I love you more,
too, when I am in trouble, though I reckon I don't show it; but,
mother, I am dying to know something about my own flesh and blood. I'd
rather know that my blood was good than have all the wealth of the
earth. You have let enough out to show me that I must have had very,
very poor parents."
"I simply said that when they left you at my house you had on rather
cheap clothing, but you know that was just after the war, when nobody
could dress their children much."
"But they deserted me," said Harriet; "they could not have been very
honorable.
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