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Updated: June 5, 2025
Even when she patted you on the head, she had to do it with her knuckles. "I will invite them down next week," she went on. "You had better come, too." "It's awfully kind of you, but the fact is " "Next Wednesday. Take the three-forty-seven." I met Duggie next day. He was looking happy, but puzzled, like a man who has found a dime on the street and is wondering if there's a string tied to it.
You see, events have conspired, so to speak, to let Florence do pretty much as she likes with them. Originally there was old man Craye, Duggie's father, who made a fortune out of the Soup Trust; Duggie's elder brother Edwin; Florence; and Duggie. Mrs. Craye has been dead some years. Then came the smash. It happened through the old man.
The engagement must be broken, of course. But how?" "Why don't you tell him he mustn't?" "I shall naturally express my strong disapproval, but it may not be effective. When out of the reach of my personal influence, my wretched brother is self-willed to a degree." I saw what she meant. Good old Duggie wasn't going to have those eyes patrolling his spine if he knew it.
"For goodness' sake let's be cheerful. Say something bright." I was going to take a whirl at it, but she started in to talk, and talked all the rest of the way. She seemed to have cheered up a whole lot. She left next day. I gather she fired Duggie as per schedule, for the old boy looked distinctly brighter, and Florence wore an off-duty expression and was quite decently civil. Mrs.
I slid out and left them. Some days later Duggie called on me. The old boy was looking scared. "Reggie," he said, "what do doctors call it when you think you see things when you don't? Hal-something. I've got it, whatever it is. It's sometimes caused by overwork. But it can't be that with me, because I've not been doing any work. You don't think my brain's going or anything like that, do you?"
I distinctly recalled one occasion when I was spending a school vacation at his home, and he found me trying to shave old Duggie, then a kid of fourteen, with his razor. "I shouldn't be able to find him," I said. "You can get his address from his lawyers." "He may be at the North Pole." "Then you must go to the North Pole." "But say !" "Reginald!" "Oh, all right." I knew just what would happen.
"Do ye begin!" said Sandy. "Moses!" said They, and pulled. "Bobbie Burns!" cried Sandy, and returned the compliment. "Abraham!" said Ikey, and pulled again. "Ouch Duggie Haig!" said Sandy. And then Ikey grabbed a handful of hairs at once. "Joseph and his brethren!" he said, gloating a bit as he watched the tears starting from Sandy's eyes at the pain of losing so many good hairs at once.
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