"And see, he has fetched a little chap along with him who'll warm your heart as nothing else could do.

This is Joey Walters, who, with his mother, is stopping at the Morgan home.

Hugh didn't say whether they were any relatives of his or not; but this is a mighty winsome morsel, Mother, for you to hug." He thereupon lifted the child up in his strong hands and placed him in the lap of the old lady.

Hugh noticed that she started, and stared hard at the chubby face of little Joey, just as the deacon had done; and then she turned her wondering eyes toward her husband.
There was a look akin to awe in their depths, something that told how the sight of the child took her instantly back years and years to those never-to-be-forgotten days when just such a lovely little cherub had come to bless their home.
Then the old lady gave a long sigh.
"Oh, Joel!" she said, in a trembling voice, "how the sight of him startled me.

I can shut my eyes, and think time has taken me back to our first year of wedded life.