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"If, on his declaring to his father that nothing will ever induce him to marry any other woman but Miss Appleyard, his father disowns him, as he thinks it likely " "A dead cert!" was Grindley junior's conviction. "Very well; he is no longer old Grindley's son, and what possible objection can Mr. Appleyard have to him then?"
Indeed, it soon became evident that Mousie was Junior's favorite. She never said much to him, but she looked a great deal. To the little invalid girl he seemed the embodiment of strength and cleverness, and, perhaps because he was so strong, his sympathies went out toward the feeble child.
The G'ints have picked a bunch of shines this season. T. A. Junior's got a new sixty-power auto. Genevieve that yella-headed steno was married last month to Henry, the shipping clerk. My wife presented me with twin girls Monday. Well, thank you, Mrs. McChesney. I guess that'll help some." Emma McChesney swung down the hall and into the big, bright office. She paused at the head bookkeeper's desk.
"What large gentlemen was that sitting on the other side?" asked the young man, as his companion sat down with the air of having finished an oration. "No gentleman at all!" thundered the citizen. "The great lawyer?" "The great villain!" Frowenfeld himself frowned. The old man laid a hand upon his junior's shoulder and growled benignantly: "My young friend, your displeasure delights me!"
"You musn't finger the strings of a violin that way." "Why not? I want to see if I can pick out 'The Star Spangled Banner' on it. I can on the flute, father's old one; he lets me." "Because you'll get them oily." She spread out her two firm little hands. "My fingers aren't greasy!" she cried indignantly; "that's pear juice on them." Peter Junior's gravity turned to laughter.
But hardly had they finished their pies and arranged them on the edge of the porch to bake, before Junior's mother called him to come home. "She's always calling you home," protested Mary Jane, "but I 'pose you'll have to go or you can't ever come over here again!" "Yes," agreed Junior, "I'd better go home. But I'll come back again." And he started to wipe his muddy hands on his trousers.
Had I failed through nervousness, or any other accident, derisive laughter would have greeted my misfortune. As it was, I began to have troops of friends. To be brief, I won the day, and from that lucky circumstance rose rapidly into practice. Years rolled on, and I gradually became a marked man in the profession, gaining in due time that summit of a junior's ambition a silk gown.
"Come along," whispered Mercer to me, for, now that the watch had disappeared in its owner's pocket, the attraction which had held my companion there seemed to have gone, and we began to walk away. "There they go," cried Burr major; "pair of 'em. Burr junior's getting on nicely with his stuffing. I say, young un, how many doses of physic has he made you take?"
T. A. Junior's good-looking back and semi-bald head were toward her as she entered. She noted, approvingly, woman-fashion, that his neck would never lap over the edge of his collar in the back. Then Young T. A. turned about. He gazed at Emma McChesney, his eyebrows raised inquiringly. Emma McChesney's honest blue eyes, with no translucent nonsense about them, gazed straight back at T. A. Junior.
Then Aunt Clara thanked God that David and Shirley had been given a son. "We have that much to start with though it seems little enough just now." She sniffed, as a matter of necessity, and hastily reached for her handkerchief. When it was time for Davy Junior's dinner and nap she summoned David to her sitting-room again.
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