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From Squire to Squatter: A Tale of the Old Land and the New
From Squire to Squatter: A Tale of the Old Land and the New
Chapter One
Book I – At Burley Old Farm
“Ten to-morrow, Archie.”
“So you’ll be ten years old to-morrow, Archie?”
“Yes, father; ten to-morrow. Quite old, isn’t it? I’ll soon be a man, dad. Won’t it be fun, just?”
His father laughed, simply because Archie laughed. “I don’t know about the fun of it,” he said; “for, Archie lad, your growing a man will result in my getting old. Don’t you see?”
Archie turned his handsome brown face towards the fire, and gazed at it – or rather into it – for a few moments thoughtfully. Then he gave his head a little negative kind of a shake, and, still looking towards the fire as if addressing it, replied:
“No, no, no; I don’t see it. Other boys’ fathers may grow old; mine won’t, mine couldn’t, never, never.”
“Dad,” said a voice from the corner. It was a very weary, rather feeble, voice. The owner of it occupied a kind of invalid couch, on which he half sat and half reclined – a lad of only nine years, with a thin, pale, old-fashioned face, and big, dark, dreamy eyes that seemed to look you through and through as you talked to him.
“Dad.”
“Yes, my dear.”
“Wouldn’t you like to be old really?”
“Wel – ,” the father was beginning.