My dreams in the long ago were for just such a son as you.

I envy your parents, my lad.

Providence, however, saw fit to turn my activities in another direction; and I have done the best I could to be of some little help to other people's sons.

I only bitterly regret that I am able to do so little." "But I'm afraid the child may become too much bother for your good wife, sir," Hugh was saying, although already deciding he would remain longer.
The deacon laughed softly.

He put out his big hand, and gently touched Hugh on the sleeve.
"Look yonder, lad!" he went on to say; "does that strike you as if a heavenly little sunbeam like the boy could ever be too much trouble for her?
See how her dear face is lighted up as she bends over him.
He's gone fast asleep in her arms, as contented as though with his own mother.