She did not love her as she loved me; but strove the harder to fulfill her duty.
When Verry suffered long and mysterious illnesses, which made her helpless for weeks, she watched her day and night, but rarely caressed her.

At other times Verry was left pretty much to herself and her ways, which were so separate from mine that I scarcely saw her.

We grew up ignorant of each other's character, though Verry knew me better than I knew her; in time I discovered that she had closely observed me, when I was most unaware.
We began to prosper about this time.
"Old Locke Morgeson had a long head," people said, when they talked of our affairs.

Father profited by his grandfather's plans, and his means, too; less visionary, he had modified and brought out practically many of his projections.

Old Locke had left little to his son John Morgeson, in the belief that father was the man to carry out his ideas.