But -- oh , Jordan , there 's such a hunger in my heart for her , such a hunger ! '' Jordan felt a queer sensation in his throat , and twisted his ragged straw hat about in his big hands . Just then a vague idea which had hovered in his brain all day crystallized into decision . But all he said was : `` I hope you 'll feel better soon , Aunty Nan . '' `` Oh , yes , Jordan dear , I 'll be better soon , '' said Aunty Nan with her own sweet smile . '' ` The inhabitant shall not say I am sick , ' you know . But if I could only see little Joscelyn first ! '' Jordan went out and hurried down-stairs . Billy Morrison was in the stable , when Jordan stuck his head over the half-door . `` Say , can I have the rest of the day off , sir ? I want to go to Kensington . '' `` Well , I do n't mind , '' said Billy Morrison amiably . `` May 's well get you jaunting done ` fore harvest comes on . And here , Jord ; take this quarter and get some oranges for Aunty Nan . Need n't mention it to headquarters . '' Billy Morrison 's face was solemn , but Jordan winked as he pocketed the money . `` If I 've any luck , I 'll bring her something that 'll do her more good than the oranges , '' he muttered , as he hurried off to the pasture . Jordan had a horse of his own now , a rather bony nag , answering to the name of Dan . Billy Morrison had agreed to pasture the animal if Jordan used him in the farm work , an arrangement scoffed at by Mrs. William in no measured terms . Jordan hitched Dan into the second best buggy , dressed himself in his Sunday clothes , and drove off .
On the road he re-read a paragraph he had clipped from the Charlottetown Daily Enterprise XXXXX the previous day .
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