Since her indisposition the major had not
bothered his daughter with any cares of the house or with the children,
neither had he talked with her about the Burlock affair; but now, she
had something to tell him--Tavia had heard of a woman living in
Rochester, of that name--Burlock. What if it were the right party? The
one so long sought for by Miles Burlock! And would the major let Dorothy
go with Tavia to Rochester, and look for them--the poor mother and
little Nellie!
Dorothy found her father in his study waiting for her. How well he
looked now, she thought, for the old hale and hearty look, that which so
often characterizes the veteran soldier, had returned to his face,
making it handsomer than ever because of a lighter shade having settled
on his head--he was getting gray the daughter was quick to notice.
"You look better, Little Captain," he said in greeting her.
"I was just thinking the same thing of you," replied Dorothy, laughing.
"That was a case of great minds running in similar trenches," said the
father.
"Now, we are going to have a good, long chat," began Dorothy, leaning
against the arm of the major's chair so that her head touched his
shoulder. "First, I want to tell you some news Tavia has heard of a
woman in Rochester named Burlock!"
"Burlock!" repeated the major, and he looked pained somehow; distressed
at the mere mention of the name.
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