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Goodness me, there ain't no end to the fine things he's goin' ter have you be when you grow up." "Yes, I know." The boy caught his breath convulsively and turned away. "I guess I'll go to dad." At the end of the hall upstairs was the studio. Dad would probably be there. Keith knew that. Dad was always there, when he wasn't sleeping or eating, or out tramping through the woods.
"Ye hev got a mighty cur'ous way o' showin' it," she reiterated, with renewed animation "a-comin' all the way down hyar from the mountings ter beat my dad out'n that thar saddle an' bridle, what he's done sot his heart onto. Mighty cur'ous way." "Look hyar, Cynthy." The young hunter broke off suddenly, and did not speak again for several minutes.
"You ought to get it fixed up before the next feed." Edwin shook his head. Though he, too, dreamed of the Felons' Dinner as a repast really worth eating, though he wanted to be a Felon, and considered that he ought to be a Felon, and wondered why he was not already a Felon, he repeatedly assured Albert that Felonry was not for him. "You're a Felon, aren't you, dad?" Albert shouted at Darius.
The horse went off across a field, and the policeman fished dad out of the ditch, and run him through a clothes wringer or something, and got him dried out, and sent him to the hotel in an express wagon, and I rode my horse back to the liveryman and told him what happened to dad, and they locked me up in a box stall until somebody found the horse, 'cause they thought dad was a horse thief, and they held me for ransom.
I'll be a long time dead and I want to get a whole lot of fun out of life first. I hate studying. I want to do things, Uncle Phil " "Well?" "I don't want to go back to college." "What do you want to do?" "Join the Canadian forces. It makes me sick to have a war going on and me not in it. Dad quit college for West Point and everybody thought it was all right.
"Oh, Doctor Ralph," he blurted with blazing, agonized eyes, "you don't you can't mean, sir, that I'll walk and run like other boys and and climb the Cedar King " his voice broke in a passionate fit of weeping. "Yes," said Doctor Ralph, huskily, "I mean just that. Dad and I, little man, we're going to do what we can." By the window Sister Madge buried her face in her hands.
"This talk of a job for life is a joke." Some nights I would listen to her for hours. It was so good to come back to life, to feel younger than my worries, to forget for a little while that stark heavy certainty that poor old Dad would soon be a burden in spite of himself, and that with a family on my hands I'd have to spend the best years of my life slaving for a little hay.
Do you know that Dol Vin is actually sending bills to my innocent dad for her entertainment of the country folks? Imagine all she's begged and borrowed from me to meet 'emergencies' in her business, and then to ask my dad to pay her dinner bills! Of course she thinks I'm helpless, and that she has me in her power, but I am not such a 'greenie' now. And we will both be free soon!"
It was the only way she knew." Joan watched her as gradually she shaped herself out of the shadows: the poor, thin, fretful lady of the ever restless hands, with her bursts of jealous passion, her long moods of sullen indifference: all her music turned to waste. "How did she come to fall in love with you?" asked Joan. "I don't mean to be uncomplimentary, Dad."
"I was always kicking over little things that don't amount to a whoop and she was always handing out everything I asked for and never getting a square deal in her life." Then, to mark more definitely the change that was taking place in Jack's soul, he added a question that a year before would have been utterly impossible. "How do I know that dad ever gave her a square deal, either?
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