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"No, no, Walter; I'm doing ten times as well as I did, but I shall never be a swell like Power," said the child simply. "And I know it's all your doing, not his. O, how shall I ever learn to thank and pay you for all you do for me?" "By being a good and brave little boy, Arty. Good-night, and God bless you." "Good-night, Walter." Impositique rogis juvenes ante ora parentum. Georgic Four, 1 71.
The other children were boating with George and Josie, she explained, George not having yet escaped from that horrible night-work. Harry was well and would be home after a while. He was painting a series of scenes from city life, the sketches of which she showed him. Arty was married to a very nice girl, who knew all his poetry, every line, by heart. Ford was well, only more bitter than ever.
And one evening the doctor had to be summoned for little Willie, who had croup. Willie, not four years old, was the last baby but three. Yes, he was only a baby himself; Aggie realized it with anguish, as she undressed him and he lay convulsed on her lap. He was only a baby; and she had left him to run about with Arty and Catty as if he were a big boy. She should have taken more care of Willie.
The boy shrank back into himself as if he had received a blow, and relaxed his grasp of Walter's hand; but Walter, struck with the sensitive timidity which unkindness had caused, and sorry to have given him pain in all his troubles, said kindly "There, Arty, never mind; I didn't mean it; don't be afraid; tell me what they did to you.
She said good-by to me that night. The next morning at seven o'clock I met her father down at the boat. We had a quick swim together and then climbed on board. And the next minute, with a sober old seaman called "Captain Arty" at the wheel, the boat was speeding for New York while we dressed and cooked and breakfasted. "This was Eleanore's idea," Dillon said.
Yet you propose to crush us all down to a certain pattern, without consulting us. That's not democratic. Why not consult us first I should like to know?" "Probably because they wouldn't agree to it if you led the opposition, Nellie. We are all only democratic when we think Demos is going our way." This from Ford. Arty slipped quietly off the railing and went into the sitting-room.
"And Harry serves it still as loyally as when, a beardless lad, he risked his life to care for a slaughtered comrade's orphan children. And Ford, too, and Nellie here, and Arty and Josie and George. But Geisner serves it best of all if it be best to give most. He has given most all his life and he gives most still. And we love him for it.
The salute was acknowledged with: 'Morning, sir! Morning! Morning! 'Morning, morning, morning! 'Appears to be rather a 'arty old cock, too, said Mr Wegg, as before; 'Good morning to YOU, sir. 'Do you remember me, then? asked his new acquaintance, stopping in his amble, one-sided, before the stall, and speaking in a pounding way, though with great good-humour.
But what do they care for that? and I sometimes wish I were dead myself, to have it all over." "Hush, Arty, don't talk like that," said Walter, as he felt the little soiled hand trembling with passion and emotion in his own. "But what on earth do they let you down for?" "To go to but you won't tell?" he said, looking round again. "Oh, I forgot, you didn't like my saying that.
Wrenn pranced down to the basement dining-room early, for Nelly Croubel would be down there talking to Mrs. Arty, and he gaily wanted to make plans for a picnic to occur the coming Sunday. He had a shy unacknowledged hope that he might kiss Nelly after such a picnic; he even had the notion that he might some day well, other fellows had been married; why not?
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