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Geordie and Ferdy were sporting around him, the presence of Miss Steet had been dispensed with, and he was holding his younger son by the stomach, horizontally, between his legs, while the child made little sprawling movements which were apparently intended to represent the act of swimming.
Wentworth is there to see her son, and all the other men and women I know who have sons who graduate there, and your mother ?" The father's voice broke completely, and he looked away. Even Ferdy for a moment seemed grave and regretful. Then after a glance at his father he recovered his composure. "I'm not to blame," he said surlily, "if she did. It was her fault." Aaron Wickersham turned on him.
Besides, there was one person who had a reason for spreading the report. Ferdy Wickersham had returned and was doing his best to give it circulation. Norman Wentworth received in his mail, one morning, a thin letter over which a frown clouded his brow. The address was in a backhand. He had received a letter in the same handwriting not long previously an anonymous letter.
But great as were these changes, they were not as great as that which had taken place in the young person for whom they had been made. When Ferdy Wickersham drove up to the door, there was a cry and a scurry within, as Phrony Tripper, after a glance out toward the gate, dashed up the stairs.
"This is Aladdin's palace," he declared as he stood looking across the large ball-room. "The Arabian Nights have surely come again." Mrs. Wentworth, immediately after presenting Keith to one or two ladies who were receiving, had been met and borne off by Ferdy Wickersham, and was in the throng at the far end of the great apartment, and some one had stopped Norman on the stairway.
Euphronia had not at first taken much notice of him. She had been inclined to regard Ferdy Wickersham with some disfavor as a Yankee; but when the other two failed her, Wickersham fell heir to her blandishments. Her indifference to him had piqued him and awakened an interest which possibly he might not otherwise have felt.
"Oh, no, indeed! I have never played with him; I do not know him; I never play with any boys here. Oh, no, indeed!" "But why not, Ferdy? What! a whole month in this tiresome tent, and not make the acquaintance of your nearest neighbor, such a sturdy, hearty chunk of a fellow as that is? I have no doubt he's good-natured, too, for he's fat and funny, tough and independent.
"I don't want the Yankees to come down and take it away from us." Rhodes laughed. "I'd like to see any one take anything from you. They will develop it for you." "I never seen anybody develop anything for another man, leastways a Yankee," said Squire Rawson, reflectively. Just then Ferdy chipped in. He was tired of being left out.
"If you mean the house, Abe," Morris answered, "all I got to say is that, if there should be any joke about it, Abe, the joke is on you, for that house is pretty near finished." "I'm glad to hear it, Mawruss," Abe said. "I suppose Ferdy Rothschild did it a good job on the house." "Sure, he did," Morris said. "He didn't get no rake-offs from material men or nothing, Mawruss. What?" Abe asked.
She apparently has not that confidence in my word that I could have expected in one so truthful as herself." Mrs. Lancaster laughed. "Ferdy " she began, and then paused irresolute. "However " "Well, what is it? Say it." "You ought not to go there so often as you do." "Why?" His eyes were full of insolence. "Good-by.
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