I never can be Dora: now, could I?"
"No, any more than I could be Mr. Burroughs. But perhaps Kitty
Windsor and Frank Brown may fill their places in this world, and the
next too, as well as these friends of theirs whom they both admire."
"O Mr. Brown! will you help me?" asked Kitty, turning involuntarily
toward him, and raising her handsome dark eyes and glowing face to
his. He took her hands, looked kindly into her eyes, and said both
tenderly and solemnly,--
"Yes, Kitty, God helping me, I will be to you all that a thoughtful
brother could be to his only sister; and, what you may be to me in
the dim future, that future only knows."
And Kitty's eyes drooped happily beneath that earnest gaze, and upon
her cheeks glowed the dawn of a hope as vague as it was sweet.
CHAPTER XLI.
KARL TO DORA. GREENFIELD, IOWA, march 15. MY DEAR COUSIN,--
YOURS of the 10th duly received, and as welcome as your letters
always are. So you have seen the kingdoms of the world and the glory
thereof, and find that all is vanity, as saith the Preacher. Do not
imagine that I am studying divinity instead of medicine; but to-day
is Sunday, and I have been twice to meeting, and taken tea with the
minister besides.
But to return to our mutton.
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