Once there were two little boys named Harry and Davy, one eight and the other five, whose father was killed in the Boer War. Their mother died soon after, and they went to live with their father's people on a farm in Nova Scotia.
Their grandfather, who met them when they arrived in town, was a tall old Scotsman with a craggy face and eyes so deeply set that it was hard to tell whether they were kind or fierce. "Have you et?" he demanded gruffly. The boys said yes. "Have you watered?" They said...
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