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Bumper squealed, and the old woman pushed Topsy away. "No, you can't go for being so rough," she scolded. "Poor little Bumper, did Topsy hurt you?" Bumper was sure then that she intended to take him along with Jimsy; but no! she put him down gently, and selected three others. Bumper's disappointment was so great that a tear came into one of his pink eyes.
Honor sat still at the piano. She did not mean to lift her eyes until she could be sure they would not run over. Why did that song always sweep her away so? from the first moment Stepper had read her the words in the old house on South Figueroa Street, all those years ago? Why had she always the feeling that it had a special meaning for her and for Jimsy a warning, a challenge?
"Didn't you know I'd 'hold hard' when you let Jimsy give me this?" He hauled himself up on an elbow and stared at it with tragic eyes. "Jeanie wore it five years.... My mother wore it thirty.... Honor Carmody, you're a good girl.... You make me ... ashamed.... Tell the boy that ... I'm sorry ... that letter.
But the whitest and pinkest-eyed of them all was Bumper, a tiny rabbit when he was born, and not very big when the old woman took him away on his first trip to the street corner. Bumper had never seen so many people before, and he was a little shy and frightened at first; but Jimsy and Wheedles, his brothers, laughed at his fears, and told him not to mind.
But nevertheless he ate as heartily as Jimsy himself, when the food was put on the rough table. It was hard work trying to be pleasant to the two young people who had so unexpectedly come into their midst, and the conversation languished and went on by fits and starts. "Hullo, the fog's lifting," cried Fanning suddenly; "I'm off. Come on Regina."
He did laugh, ringingly. "She hasn't gone back on you; except in her heart. Good God, Jimsy King, what do you think you are to hold a girl like that with her talent and her success and her future? She's only stuck by you because it was her creed, that's all." "Look here, Cart', I'm not going to argue with you. It's not on the square to Skipper even to talk about it, but don't be a crazy fool.
Jimsy was all for freedom; he resented dictation; he could hoe his own row and so could other fellows; the faculty had no right to treat them like a kindergarten.
"Good gracious, we don't need a halo to tell us that," cried Peggy, and then regarding Professor Wandering William with that frank, straight "between the eyes" look, as Jimsy called it, Peggy remarked, "Do you know, Professor Wandering William, that you are a very odd person?" "Odd, my dear young lady. How so?"
No, it's perfectly all right as it is, Jimsy. Only, we've just got to be sensible." "Well, I'll tell you one thing right now, Skipper, I'm not going to wait five or six years. I'm going to go two years to college, enough to bat a little more knowledge into my poor bean, and then I'm coming out and get a job, and get you!" He illustrated the final achievement by catching her in his arms again.
And Honor never dreamed of saying "But Jimsy, to rush from Stanford down here without sending me a line!" Therefore it was somewhat remarkable that it came out, in the brief speeches between the long stillnesses, that Honor knew that Carter had telephoned to his mother as they passed through Los Angeles, and that Mrs.
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