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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Then, if we're rich we can have everything we want, can't we?" Benny's eyes were beginning to sparkle. "Well " hesitated his mother. "I guess there'll be enough to satisfy your wants, Benny," laughed his Uncle Frank. Benny gave a whoop of delight. "Then we can go back to the East Side and live just as we've a mind to, without carin' what other folks do, can't we?" he crowed.
"I thank you, sir," said Roger, "but I have no more urgent business, and I shall be well, delighted doesn't half express it." His manner was collected enough, but at my father's smile he reddened and his own eyes danced. "Pack away your books and come along, then. There's some one will be glad to see you besides Benny's mother. Leave work till morning.
Everything in my little memories seems to run askew; obviously I ought to have been extremely stirred and broadened by this earliest association with a boy of my own age! Yet I cannot truly say that it was so. Benny's mother possessed what seemed to me a vast domain, with lawns winding among broad shrubberies, and a kitchen-garden, with aged fruit-trees in it.
"Benny's the stuff!" till finally someone swinging his hat in the air cried, "Three cheers for Benny!" and the feelings of the crowd, held in check for so many minutes, at length found expression in three times three, and with the cheers ringing in his ears and with a smile upon his drawn face, poor Ben, forgetting his agony for the time, was borne away on his three-mile drive to the doctor.
Them was his last words and he said them with a kind of a smile, like he was happy and didn't give a damn to live. Then the little life he had left went out. The orderly looked at his watch, and then wrote the time on a slate after Benny's regimental number and the word: "died." This was about all the epitaph he got, though we buried him properly in the morning and gave him the usual send- off.
Thanking God their Father For his loving care, With their songs and praises They make the day more fair." It is Benny's birthday; five years old to-day.
Then, with sudden curiosity, she added: "What has that drug clerk got to do with the janitor of the school building?" "He's Benny's brother-in-law. But Jack's left town, I hear." "He's gone with Trimmins and Narnay into the woods," Janice said thoughtfully. "So he's out of it," grumbled Marty.
Wandering, as was her wont at night, she had come upon Benny's wigwam, standing in the clear moonlight, and to her longing, bewildered mind it had probably seemed the wigwam of her father.
Benny worked hard to-day, and did most of the jobs that you laid out for him to do to-morrow; and I told him that if you would let him go, I would do his chores." "Well," said father, "one can't be young but once in one's life. I certainly did have great fun hunting when I was a boy; and if you'll do Benny's chores, I think we can manage to let him go.
"You have to be neighbourly if you don't want to be run over. . . . In London, now, you'd waste a lot o' time explainin' that you didn' want your boots mended." "It's like what I've heard about canvassin' for Parlyment," said 'Bias. "And that's another suggestion fur ye." He was especially allured by the rainbow-tinted goods in Mr Shake Benny's window, and by the cards recommending them for sale.
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