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Señor Don Diego! No!" It was almost midnight when Jimsy called them all down into the sala. They came, wondering, one by one, Carter, Mrs. King, Richard King had fallen asleep after his half dozen swallows of water and Honor, and Josita, her head muffled in her rebozo, her brown fingers busy with her beads.
They'll work up to the difficult flights by degrees," volunteered Jimsy. "Good. I'd like to have all the time possible as I wish to do what I have to do thoroughly." With this Mr. Bell adjusted the headlight he had removed and climbed into his car. With a wave and shouted farewell, he was off.
"Besides, we can see Jimsy from here when he comes by from football practice, and call him in. I just didn't happen to go to watch practice to-day, and now" she smiled at him, "I'm glad I didn't." There was something intensely pitiful about this lad to her mothering young heart, for all his poise and pride. He waited gravely until she had established herself on a bench before he sat.
It all came back to her like a scene on the screen the busy streets the feel of the wheel in her hands again Stepper's slow voice "But, if the worst should be true, if the boy really has gone to pieces, you won't marry him?" And her own words "No; if Jimsy should be like his father I wouldn't marry him, Stepper. There shouldn't be any more 'Wild Kings."
"I don't care. Sleep is better for you than so much eating. I had a longer nap, and such beautiful dreams! Oh, I do hope some of them will come true." "Tell us about them," said Jimsy, forgetting to eat. "I never have dreams." "Neither do I," complained Wheedles. "You must tell us about your dreams." "As soon as I finish my breakfast I will," replied Bumper. "Yes, they were beautiful dreams!
Stephen Lorimer would know how to answer; how to parry, to combat this thing. She felt her own weapons clumsy and blunt, but such as they were she would use them. "But it isn't coming ever again, Carter! I tell you it isn't coming! And I want you to stop saying and thinking that it is! Now I'm going to Jimsy!"
Honor Carmody never really loved you; it was a silly boy-and-girl, calf love affair, and when she realized it she stood by, of course, she's that sort. She kept the letter of her promise, but she couldn't keep the spirit." "Key down, old top," said Jimsy King again, grinning. "I'm not going to get sore, but I don't want to use up my breath laughing at you. Skipper going back on me!"
"And my 'skee!" he patted the decanter. Madeline King put her arms about Honor. "Come away, my dear," she said. "Come upstairs." "No," Jimsy protested. "Don' go 'way. Got somep'n tell you. Shee this fool Injun here? Know wha' he's goin' do? Goin' slide out'n creep down to ol' well.
I could eat anything," declared Jess. "I'm almost as bad," laughed Peggy. "Well," said Jimsy, "as there is no sign of the fog lifting yet awhile, what's the matter with our starting out to find the wood-chopper and seeing if he has anything to eat?" "Jimsy, you're a genius," cried Jess. "That's what all my friends tell me," rejoined the modest youth.
He began to think aloud. "Even if you came home with us, Top Step, you wouldn't be near him, would you, unless you went to college? And you'd hardly care to do that now to enter your Freshman year two years behind the boys." "No." "And if you stayed in Los Angeles you might almost as well be here. The number of miles doesn't matter." "But perhaps Jimsy wouldn't stay at Stanford then.
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