Who Was Lost and Is Found: A NovelOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Who Was Lost and Is Found: A Novel
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Criminals -- Fiction; Mothers and sons -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
“But suppose there is nothing I would like--and suppose I was just on
your hands a helpless lump----”
“I will suppose no such thing,” she said, with the tears coming to her
eyes; “why should I suppose that of _my_ son? No, no! no, no! You are
young yet, and in all your strength, the Lord be praised! You might have
come back to me with the life crushed out of you, like Willie Miller; or
worn with that weary India, and the heat and the work, like Mrs
Allender’s son in the Glen. But you, Robbie----”
“What would you have done with me,” he repeated, insisting, though with
a half smile on his face, “if it had been as bad as that--if I had come
to you like them?”
“Why should we think of that that is not, nor is like to be? Oh! my
dear, I would have done the best I could with a sore heart. I would just
have done my best, and pinched a little and scraped a little, and put
forth my little skill to make you comfortable on what there was.”
“You have every air of being very comfortable yourself,” he said,
looking round the room. “I thought so when I came first. You are like
the man in the proverb--the parable, I mean--whose very servants had
enough and to spare, while his son perished with hunger.”
She was a little surprised by what he said, but did not yet attach any
very serious meaning to it. “I am better off,” she said, “than when you
went away. Some things that I’ve been mixed up in have done very well,
so they tell me. I never have spent what came in like that. I have saved
it all up for you, Robbie.”
“Not for me, mother,” he said; “to please yourself with the thought that
there was more money in the bank.”
“Robbie,” she said, “you cannot be thinking what you are saying. That
was never my character. There is nobody that does not try to save for
their bairns. I have saved for you, when I knew not where you were, nor
if I would ever see you more. The money in the bank was never what I was
thinking of. There would be enough to give you, perhaps, a good
beginning--whatever you might settle to do.”
“Set me up in business, in fact,” he said, with a laugh. “That is what
would please you best.”
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