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Updated: June 2, 2025
As Dunny walked quickly toward the pond, the same little bird hopped along the path in front of him, and in the same sweet voice sang: "Fill it with moss and fill it with clay, And carry a basketful away." Now Dunny was very fond of all the wild creatures of the woods and fields, and often spent long hours in their company; and he knew what the little bird was saying.
On three separate occasions Dunny motored up to Paris, bringing back as the fruits of his first excursion my baggage from the Ritz. I was clothed again, in my right mind; except for my swathed head, I looked highly civilized.
Off came her wrappings, and I saw a girl in a white gown and a flowered hat the loveliest girl on earth. I did not stand on the order of my going. I rocked perilously, and my crutches made a furious clatter, but I was outside in a truly infinitesimal space of time. Yes; there they were, chatting with Dunny, who had hurried to meet them.
There were times when I prayed never to see Esme Falconer again. There were other times when I knew I would drag myself round the world yes, on my crutches! if at the end of the journey I could see her for an instant, a long way off. I could see that my despondency was driving Dunny to distraction. He evolved the theory that I was going into a decline. Then came the afternoon that made history.
And, moreover, there have been friends to plead your cause and to plead it well." As he ended he cast a glance at the Duke of Raincy-la-Tour and one at Dunny, whereupon I was enlightened as to the purpose of my guardian's three trips to Paris the preceding week.
Or should I throw all reason overboard and post off on what was it Dunny had called my mission a wild-goose chase? I glanced at myself in the mirror and shook a disapproving head. "You're no knight-errant," I told my impassive image. "You're too correct, too indifferent-looking altogether. Better not get beyond your depth!"
Shabby treatment on my parents' part I've always thought it; if they had hurried home before the event I might have been President and declared war here instead of hunting one across the seas. In that case, Dunny, I should have heeded your plea and stayed; but since I'm ineligible for chief executive, why linger on this side?" He scowled blackly.
The taxi, which had been crawling, came to a final halt, and a hungry horde, falling on my impedimenta, lowered them from the driver's seat. "No, I'll not come on board, Dev," said my guardian. "I I couldn't stand it. Good-by, my dear boy." We clasped hands again; then I felt his arm resting on my shoulder, and flung both of mine about him in an old-time, boyish hug. "Au revoir, Dunny.
I saw the imposing army of letters presented me by Dunny, who knows everybody, headed by one to his old friend, the American ambassador to France. So far, so good.
I was thinking, with odd lucidity, of many things, among them Dunny and his old house in Washington, into which I should never again let myself with my latch-key, sure of a welcome at any hour of the day or night. My guardian's gray head rose before me. My heart tightened.
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