“I remember, Letty; I had come to Beulah then.”

“Yes, and you know what Eva was.  How David, how anybody, could have loved her, I cannot think!  Well, he brought her, and you know how it turned out.  David never saw her alive again, nor ever saw his babies after they were three days old.  Still, what can you expect of a father who is barely twenty-one?”

“If he’s old enough to have children, he’s old enough to notice them,” said Mrs. Larrabee with her accustomed spirit.  “Somebody ought to jog his sense of responsibility.  It’s wrong for women to assume men’s burdens beyond a certain point; it only makes them more selfish.  If you only knew where David is, you ought to bundle the children up and express them to his address.  Not a word of explanation or apology; simply tie a tag on them, saying, ‘Here’s your Twins!’”

“But I love the babies,” said Letty smiling through her tears, “and David may not be in a position to keep them.”

“Then he shouldn’t have had them,” retorted Reba promptly; “especially not two of them.  There’s such a thing as a man’s being too lavish with babies when he has no intention of doing anything for them but bring them into the world.  If you had a living income, it would be one thing, but it makes me burn to have you stitching on coats to feed and clothe your half-brother’s children!”

“Perhaps it doesn’t make any difference—­now!” sighed Letty, pushing back her hair with an abstracted gesture.  “I gave up a good deal for the darlings once, but that’s past and gone.  Now, after all, they’re the only life I have, and I’d rather make coats for them than for myself.”

Letty Boynton had never said so much as this to Mrs. Larrabee in the three years of their friendship, and on her way back to the parsonage, the minister’s wife puzzled a little over the look in Letty’s face when she said, “David seemed to think there could be no question of any life of my own”; and again, “I gave up a good deal for the darlings once!”

“Luther,” she said to the minister, when the hymns had been chosen, the sermon pronounced excellent, and they were toasting their toes over the sitting-room fire,—­“Luther, do you suppose there ever was anything between Letty Boynton and your Dick?”

“No,” he answered reflectively, “I don’t think so.  Dick always admired Letty and went to the house a great deal, but I imagine that was chiefly for David’s sake, for they were as like as peas in a pod in the matter of mischief.  If there had been more than friendship between Dick and Letty, Dick would never have gone away from Beulah, or if he had gone, he surely would have come back to see how Letty fared.  A fellow yearns for news of the girl he loves even when he is content to let silence reign between him and his old father.—­What makes you think there was anything particular, Reba?”

“What makes anybody think anything!—­I wonder why some people are born props, and others leaners or twiners?  I believe the very nursing-bottle leaned heavily against Letty when she lay on her infant pillow.  I didn’t know her when she was a child, but I believe that when she was eight all the other children of three and five in the village looked to her for support and guidance!”