"Then why go out?" was Saxon's question.
He looked at her with lackluster eyes for a moment, then answered
"Why did my two uncles get killed at Gettysburg?"
CHAPTER VIII
Saxon went about her housework greatly troubled. She no longer
devoted herself to the making of pretties. The materials cost
money, and she did not dare. Bert's thrust had sunk home. It
remained in her quivering consciousness like a shaft of steel
that ever turned and rankled. She and Billy were responsible for
this coming young life. Could they be sure, after all, that they
could adequately feed and clothe it and prepare it for its way in
the world? Where was the guaranty? She remembered, dimly, the
blight of hard times in the past, and the plaints of fathers and
mothers in those days returned to her with a new significance.
Almost could she understand Sarah's chronic complaining.
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