He at once held out his hand,
saying, "I don't need to ask if you are my nephew Walter, for if I'd
a met you most anywhere I should have known you were Ellen Adams' son;
just the same dark eyes and happy smile which made your mother such a
beauty at your age, for your mother was handsome if she was my sister;
but I suppose, like all the rest of us she's beginnin' to grow old and
careworn by this time, 'tis the way of the world, you know, boy, we
can't always keep young, do our best. Its amazin' how time does fly, it
only seems like yesterday since your mother trudged to school over this
very road, with her books and dinner-basket on her arm; and now here's
you, her son, a great stout boy that will soon be as tall as your old
Uncle Nathan. It really does beat all; but I forget that, while I am
moralizin' like on the flight of time, you must be famishin' with
hunger, to say nothin' of your bein' tired most to death with your long
ride in the cars; give me a seat in my wagon behind old Dobbin, with a
good whip in my hand, and those who like the cars better may have them
for all me.
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