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One whispered to the others: "Do you suppose Gladys will come out tonight with Bayliss Wheeler? I always thought she had a pretty warm spot in her heart for Claude, myself." Some one changed the subject. "I can't get over hearing Irv talk so much. Gladys must have put a spell on him." "She was always kind to him in school," said the girl who had questioned the silent boy.
Irving Shapiro, his soft campus hat pressed against his striped waistcoat in a slight bow, and a row of even teeth flashed beneath a neat hedge of mustache. "Mr. Izzy Binswanger live here?" "Hello, Irv! That you? Come in!" She dropped a courtesy. "That sounds like he lives here, don't it? That's him calling."
So your going to college is sure, and we’ll be only a couple of hours apart.” “Oh, Irv!” In Lawrence’s exclamation there was more expressiveness, more joy, than in all his brother’s carefully restrained statement. “Oh, Irv! Isn’t it splendid! I think you’re the finest thing—!” Lawrence grasped Irving’s hand and at the same time began thumping him on the back.
"Do you mean that Ed Craig's mother and Miss Walton's mother were sisters?" "Yes, Ed and Eve was first cousins." "Well, I'll be hanged!" sighed Wade. "I never savvied that. What became of Mr. Walton, Ed's uncle?" "Dead. Irv was what you call a genius, a writer chap. Came of a good family over to Concord, he did, an' had a fine education at Exeter Academy.
Then he opened the door and shouted down the stairs. “Uncle Bob! Aunt Ann! Irv has some great news to-night.” Mrs. Upton put her head out into the hall; she was setting the table and held a plate of bread. “What is it, Irv? Have you—have you had a letter?” There was an anxious, almost a regretful note in her voice. “Yes,” said Irving. “I’ll tell you about it when I come down.”
“If I can do that,” cried Lawrence, “perhaps I’ll be able to earn my way as Irv did—tutoring and so on—and not have to call on you or him for any help.” “What on earth should I do with nine hundred a year?” Irving exclaimed. “Save it for your law school fund,” said Lawrence. Irving shrugged his shoulders grandly. “Oh, I can earn money.”
Roth preferred 'idh, 'indh, to kindle; and later, his taste and fancy led him to 'ir, or 'irv, to have power over. He is variously regarded as god of 'bright firmament, of air, of thunderstorm personified, and so forth. But surely his name, even so, might have been carried to the Greeks? This, at least, should not astonish Mr. Max Muller.
When the houses was finished he sued the Colonel for a matter of four hundred dollars, but there was the contract, plain as day, an' he lost his suit. Just about put him out of business an' he had to move away. The Colonel gave one of the houses to Mary Mrs. Craig she was by that time and the other to Evelyn when she married Irv Walton a year afterwards." "But look here," said Wade.
Suddenly he heard a shout,—“Hello, Irv!”—and there, a little way off, was Lawrence, laughing at him and struggling towards him through the throng. The boys understood and drew apart and let the two brothers meet. “It’s great to see you again, Irv,” said Lawrence, when he could reach and grasp his brother’s hand; he looked at Irving with the same old loving humor in his eyes.
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