Mother and I are so much to each other , Uncle Paul , more , I am sure , than even most mothers and daughters . You have never let me speak of her , but I must tell you this . Mother has often told me that when I came to her things were going very hard with her and that I was heaven 's own gift to comfort and encourage her . Then , in the ten years that followed , the three other babies that came to her all died before they were two years old . And with each loss Mother said I grew dearer to her . Do n't you see , Uncle Paul , I 'm not merely just one child to her but I 'm all those children ? Six years ago the twins were born , and they are dear , bright little lads , but they are very small yet , so Mother has really nobody but me . I know she would consent to let me stay here , because she would think it best for me , but it would n't be really best for me ; it could n't be best for a girl to do what was n't right . I love you , Uncle Paul , and I love Greenwood , and I want to stay so much , but I can not . I have thought it all over and I must go back to Mother . '' Uncle Paul did not say one word . He turned his back on Worth and walked the full length of the box alley twice . Worth watched him wistfully . Was he very angry ? Would he forgive her ? `` You are an Ingelow , Worth , '' he said when he came back . That was all , but Worth understood that her decision was not to cause any estrangement between them . A month later Worth 's last day at the Grange came . She was to leave for the West the next morning . They were all out in Grandfather Ingelow 's arcade , Uncle George and Aunt Charlotte and Aunt Ellen and Worth , enjoying the ripe mellow sunshine of the October day , when Paul Ingelow came up the slope .
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