At the time that she, as well as every one else in Tinkletown,
for that matter, was twenty years older than when she first came to
Anderson's home, we find her the queen of the village, its one rich
human possession, its one truly sophisticated inhabitant. Anderson Crow
and his wife were so proud of her that they forgot their duty to their
own offspring; but if the Crow children resented this it was not
exhibited in the expressions of love and admiration for their
foster-sister. Edna Crow, the eldest of the girls--Anderson called her
"Edner"--was Rosalie's most devoted slave, while Roscoe, the
twelve-year-old boy, who comprised the rear rank of Anderson's little
army, knelt so constantly at her shrine that he fell far behind in his
studies, and stuck to the third reader for two years.
Anderson had not been idle in all these years. He was fast approaching
his seventieth anniversary, but he was not a day older in spirit than
when we first made his acquaintance. True, his hair was thinner and
whiter, and his whiskers straggled a little more carelessly than in
other days, but he was as young and active as a youth of twenty. Hard
times did not worry him, nor did domestic troubles. Mrs. Crow often
admitted that she tried her best to worry him, but it was like "pouring
water on a duck's back." He went blissfully on his way, earning
encomiums for himself and honours for Tinkletown.
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