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And his father would look grave and tell him not to mind, that his mother wasn't well, and that she couldn't help it and Hoofy really didn't think she could, being made that way. Just the same, he dreaded going home to say good-bye dreaded it so much he felt like flunking it and wiring he couldn't come.
Well, Hoofy came in that day it was just before the Easter vacation looking as if he were down and out for fair. It turned out he'd written home about enlisting, and he'd got back a letter from his mother, all sobs. He didn't know what to do about it.
The vindictive caricatures of the God Pan, executed by priests of the later religion burning to hunt him out of worship in the semblance of the hairy, hoofy, snouty Evil One, were not more loathsome. She sank on a sofa. That the man? Oh! Jew, and fifty times over Jew! nothing but Jew! The three stepped into the long saloon, and she saw how veritably magnificent was the first whom she had noticed.
The vindictive caricatures of the God Pan, executed by priests of the later religion burning to hunt him out of worship in the semblance of the hairy, hoofy, snouty Evil One, were not more loathsome. She sank on a sofa. That the man? Oh! Jew, and fifty times over Jew! nothing but Jew! The three stepped into the long saloon, and she saw how veritably magnificent was the first whom she had noticed.
I told him he mustn't do that that his mother would never forgive him, and that he'd have to put on a stiff upper lip and go through with it. And Hoofy owned that that was the thing he was really afraid of that his upper lip wouldn't keep stiff but would wobble, in spite of him. And of course a breakdown on his own part would be the worst possible thing that could happen to him.
"Bring back those ill-descended sons of perdition," and a stone gave force to the order, which the dog promptly obeyed. Hovering about the great host of grumbling hoofy locusts, he kept them together and on the move, while Pedro played the part of a big, noisy, and troublesome second.
Maybe you could imagine how grateful I was to her. Good Lord what if I'd had to face a mother like Hoofy Gilbert's! What a chance to put a fellow on the grill and keep him there his last evening at home! No wonder Hoofy had dreaded to go. She kissed me good-night, when we broke up, in just exactly the old way no extras.
The thing that started me off was Hoofy Gilbert coming across the dorm hall with a letter in his hand. We called him Hoofy because he hated walking so, and always drove his big yellow roadster from one class to another, even if it was only a thousand feet straight across the campus to the next lecture.
When I looked up after reading this, Hoofy looked like a small boy who's been staring in a shop-window at a fire-engine he can't have. He heaved a big sigh, and said: "Well, I wish my mother'd take it that way," and went out, banging the door after him.
Kissed me, with her hand on my shoulder glove off and then said: "Want to spin round the Circle, Jack, before we go home? By that time they'll all be there." "Sure," I said, grinning at the car. We're not rich, and I don't sport a car to go to lectures with, like Hoofy and a lot of other fellows, so ours always looks darned good to me when I get home.
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