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To one of the listeners it was such an unexpected ending that a faint cry broke from her, which startled the children, and they sat in silence looking at her. She had turned her face from them, but her arm was extended as if entreating Tommy to stop. "That was the end," he said, at length, in a tone of expostulation; "it's auld Petey's speech."
We had to find out which Smith it was before we tampered with his young affections. Did you ever snuggle up to a young captain of industry and ask him who his father was and whether he was important enough in the business world to be indicted by the Government for anything? That was the job we tackled that night. Smith was meek enough, but somehow even Petey's nerve had its limits.
Figuring out ways for selling bonds in carload lots was just recreation to him after a four-year course of this sort. But to back in on the main track. I whistled outside of Petey's office the other day and went in with him past two magnates, three salesmen and a bank president.
Then he pumped Petey's arm until the latter danced like a cork bobber. "By ying, Aye du et!" he shouted. "Ve ban gude fallers, ve Baked Pies, if ve did broke my nose." "What's the matter with Ole?" some one shouted. "He's all right!" we yelled. Then we came down out of the garret and made a rush for the furnace.
He seemed somewhat relieved when she finally announced that she couldn't; but it wasn't much relief, after all, for by this time he couldn't walk around his own house without falling over Petey Simmons. Just two years ago I got cards to Petey's wedding.
She was gone, however, but only, as it were, to let a window open, from which came the cry, "Davit, have you seen my man?" A male fairy roared back from some invisible place, "He has gone yont to Petey's wi' the dambrod." "I'll dambrod him!" said the female fairy, and the window shut.
"I shouldn't let you," Penny answered frankly, "but I will.... Mrs. Selim, Mr. Dundee.... And Mrs. Dunlap, Mr. Dundee.... How are you, Lois? And Peter and the brats?" "All well, Penny. Petey's off on a week-end fishing trip, and not one of the brats has measles, scarlet fever or hay fever, thank God," Dundee heard Mrs.
If we could keep things quiet another half hour all would be safe, Petey assured us. We took the Reverend up to the main entrance, Petey's thinker working like a well-oiled machine all the way. He pointed out the tree where they hanged a horse thief, and Pubby made us wait till he had gotten a leaf from it.
You can't take Imagination in any college classroom, but you can get more of it on the campus in four years than you can anywhere else in the world. You've got to have a mighty good imagination to get into any real warm trouble and by the time you have gotten out of it again you have had to double its horse-power. That was Petey's daily recreation.
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