So tell us, Hugh, tell us as quickly as you can, so that we may learn the best, or the worst." He saw that they were strangely shaken, and Hugh wisely believed it best to reassure them in the very beginning.
"First of all, sir," he started to say, "I begin to believe it may be what you would wish most of all.

This boy who so much resembles your own child of the past is likely to turn out his son or perhaps grandson, for his mother's name is Walters, we've learned.

You ask me where I found him, and I meant to tell you later on, never dreaming that it would interest you more than casually.

I picked him and his mother up Thursday evening just at dusk, when I was coming home from a farm in a sleigh, where I had been to get a sack of potatoes.

The young woman was trying to ask me something when she swooned away." "Go on, lad, go on!" pleaded the deacon hoarsely, as Hugh paused for breath.
"Of course, the only thing I could do was to get them into the sleigh and whip up the horse," Hugh continued.