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Dick and Beatrice were just ready to ride away from the porch. "I want to go wis you, Uncle Dick." Dorman had followed the lead of Beatrice, his divinity; he refused to say Richard, though grandmama did object to nicknames. "Up you go, son. You'll be a cow-puncher yourself one of these days. I'll not let him fall, and this horse is gentle."
For she is well born, intricately related to the original weavers of the social cobweb, and knows every one by name and sight; but has found lately, I judge, that this knowledge unbacked by money is no longer a social power that carries beyond mixed tea and charity entertainments. Never mind, Lavinia Dorman is a dear!
'I forgot to tell you. There's a lit'ery gent boarding with me in the room above, and he can't bear to be disturbed. A muffled stamping from the ceiling bore out his words. 'Writing a book he is, continued Mr Dorman. 'He caught young George a clip over the ear-'ole yesterday for blowing his trumpet on the stairs. Gave him sixpence afterwards, and said he'd skin him if he ever did it again.
Senator Dorman indulged in none of these feints. A full look at his face just then told how much of his soul had gone into the fight for the boy's chance, and the look about his eyes was a little hard on the theory of psychological experiment. Senator Harrison was looking out at the budding trees, but his face too had grown strange, and he seemed to be looking miles beyond and years ahead.
Some day, perhaps, mamma will have finished bringing me out, and then I can crawl in again where it is quiet, and live. Ah, you went to the house and saw her, and she said we were going away next week? I did not know it, but we flit about so one can never tell. I've half a mind to be rebellious and ask to be left here with Lavinia Dorman for guardian, I'm so tired of change.
The young girl flew up-stairs. In a very few moments she returned with two notes: one contained a few lines of formal invitation to Dunn; the other read as follows: "DEAR MR. DORMAN, My father will tell you how deeply I regret that our recent botanical excursions in the Carquinez Woods have been a source of serious misapprehensions to those who had a claim to my consideration, and that I shall be obliged to discontinue them for the future.
Like some older members of his sex, he was discovering new witcheries about his divinity every day. "Well, Be'trice!" He gave a long gasp of ecstasy. "I don't see how can you do it? Can't I do it, Be'trice?" "I'm afraid not, honey you'd have to learn. There was a queer French girl at school, who could do the strangest things, Dorman like fairy tales, almost.
"Have the rest of you fellows done as well?" "I have lost two," confessed Dan Dorman. "They seem to single me out as easy fruit." "And haven't you made an attempt to get one in return?" asked Bandy Robinson. "I haven't had a good chance." "If you wait for a good chance you'll never get a scalp. You must snatch 'em whenever you can."
He got up deliberately, and in two minutes, or less, Dorman was in the woodshed with him, making sounds that frightened his puppies dreadfully and put the coyotes to shame. Beatrice left the table hurriedly to escape the angry eyes of her mother. The sounds in the woodshed had died to a subdued sniffling, and she retreated to the front porch, hoping to escape observation.
"You'll get all the fireworks you want, young man, without all that hullabaloo," remarked the driver, whom Dorman had been told, at the depot twenty miles back, he must call his Uncle Richard. "I love storms," came cheerfully from the rear seat but the voice was not the prim voice of "auntie." "Do you have thunder and lightning out here, Dick?" "We do," assented Dick.
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