Juliana Horatia Ewing,
Jackanapes, Daddy Darwin's Dovecot and Other Stories
“ The past surged up too thickly before his eyes, and tossing it impetuously from him, he dropped on a chair by the table, and snatching Daddy Darwin's hands he held them to his face with tears. "GOD bless thee!" he sobbed. "You've been a good maester to me!" "Daddy," wheezed the old man. "Daddy, not maester." And drawing his right hand away, he laid it solemnly on the young man's head. "GOD bless thee, and reward thee. What have I done i' my feckless life to deserve a son? But if ever a lad earned a father and a home, thou hast earned 'em, Jack March." ”
