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You are dreaming," scoffed Fanning. A dull flush overspread Jimsy's ordinarily placid face. "After a while I'll wake up, maybe," he said, "and then ." He stopped. "Well, let's see about getting Roy home," he said, "Peggy, you can drive the Blue Bird and Fanning and Miss Mortlake can sit in the other machine as soon as we get the wheel back.
Carter held the message up before Jimsy's eyes: Carter Van Meter care Purser S. S. Canopic Naples Yes. If Stephen Lorimer, far to the north in the safe serenity of the old house of South Figueroa Street, could have envisaged the three of them that day his chief concern would not have been for their bodily danger.
She was alone in her room when she opened her mail and she sat very still for minutes with her eyes shut, her fingers gripping the tiny clasped hands on her ring. At last, "I'll never stop believing in you," she said, almost aloud. Then she read Jimsy's own version of it.
The energy which his grandfather and his uncles and his father had to find a vent for in cards and drink Jimsy's sweated out in athletics." "Yes. But just the same isn't it better for Jimsy to keep away from from those things?" "Naturally. Better for anybody." She sighed. "Carter doesn't think so. He says the world is full of it Jimsy must learn to be near it and let it alone."
Even now, Stepper, after being here a year, he actually doesn't realize the importance of Jimsy's getting signed up to play. It's a strange thing, with all his cleverness, but he doesn't, and he's always taking Jimsy out on parties and rides and things, and he gets behind in everything. I think I'll just have to speak to him about it." He nodded. "That's a good idea, Top Step. Do that."
What Carter had said in his tirade about Jimsy's drinking she did not believe; it was simply temper; angry exaggeration. Mildred Lorimer, looking at Carter's white face and the gray shadows under his eyes and observing Honor's manner toward him, sighed audibly and was a little distant when she bade her daughter farewell.
In the meantime, the occupant of the automobile had climbed down, and detaching one of the lamps, examined the wounded man lying in the road beyond Jimsy's capture. As the rays of his light swung to and fro they hovered for an instant on Peggy's white, strained face leaning forward above Jimsy's prisoner, upon whose neck the redoubtable young Bancroft was now sitting.
And" she was as intent and free from self-consciousness as a terrier at a rat hole "all the boys I know are going to L. A. High! And Jimsy's going, and he'll need me!" Her stepfather laughed again and lighted a cigarette. "She has you there, Mildred. He will need her." "Of course he will." Honor turned a grateful face to him.
Therefore, it was Carter Van Meter who took Jimsy's ticket off his hands and Jimsy's place in the party and the summer plans, leaving his happy mother to spend three flutteringly hopeful months alone. James King, greatly to the surprise of his physicians, did not die, but he hovered on the brink of it for many thin weeks and his son gave up his entire vacation to be with him.
He went back to the hacienda where he had been visiting, and life the merry, lyrical life of El Pozo, moved forward. Jimsy's only woe was that he was condemned by her own decision to share Honor lavishly with his uncle and aunt and their friends and Carter. "Skipper, after all these years, leaving me for a darn' tea!"
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