Then she thought of another man, who was like him in some respects, and was then, in all probability, plodding through the lonely bush.
"You mentioned a son," she said.

"What became of him ?" "He went out to Canada.

Quarreled with his father.

As I believe I suggested, the lad was at heart a rebel." Ainslie smiled rather dryly.
"A good many of us are.

He wouldn't see that his mother's ideas were apt to get him into trouble when he tried to apply them." Ida sat silent for a few moments.