How we change!" he said musingly.
"How we dinna change!" retorted Aaron, bitterly.

He had learned the truer philosophy.
"Man," he continued, looking Tommy over, "there's times when I see mair o' your mother than your father in you.

She was a wonder at making believe.

The letters about her grandeur that she wrote to Thrums when she was starving! Even you couldna hae wrote them better.
But she never managed to cheat hersel'.

That's whaur you sail away frae her." "I used to make believe, Aaron, as you say," Tommy replied sadly.