Next came Uncle Stephen; he was a captain of artillery in the regular
army, and had lately come home on a furlough, after three years' service
in the Philippines. Then there was Uncle Stuart, just getting strong
after an attack of typhoid fever. In a week he would be back at West
Point, where he was a first classman and a cadet lieutenant. As for
Uncle Arthur, David always regretted deeply that he was no longer in
either volunteer or regular army, although he took some comfort from the
fact that Uncle Arthur sometimes told him that he had never felt more
like a soldier than he did now.
It was a hasty and a serious conference, this to which Mrs. Roger
Thorndyke had summoned her dead husband's three brothers and his uncle.
She felt the need of all their counsel, for she had a grave question to
settle. She was a young woman with a sweet decisiveness of character all
her own, yet when a woman has four men upon whom she can call for wisdom
to support her own judgment, she would be an unwise person to ignore
that fact.
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