The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 11 Page 19

him.” When deeply absorbed, she often lapsed into her old speech. David liked it. He almost wished she would never change it for his. “After father died I hunted and hunted for those little books, but I never could find them.”

“You remember him so well, won’t you tell me how he looked?”

She slowly brought her eyes down from the mountain top and fixed them on his face. “Sometimes — just for a minute — you make me think of him — but you don’t look like him. I never heard any one laugh like he could laugh — and with his eyes, too. He was tall like you, and he carried his shoulders high like you do when you hurry, but he was a dark man. When he stood here in the door of the loom shed, his head touched the top.