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"'The day is done, and the darkness," began Mr. Kinosling and recited that poem entire. He followed it with "The Children's Hour," and after a pause, at the close, to allow his listeners time for a little reflection upon his rendition, he passed his handagain over his head, and called, in the direction of the doorway: "I believe I will take my hat now, little gentleman."
"I'll get it for you," said Penrod suddenly. "If you will be so good," said Mr. Kinosling. "It is a black bowler hat, little gentleman, and placed upon a table in the hall." "I know where it is." Penrod entered the door, and a feeling of relief, mutually experienced, carried from one to another of his three relatives their interchanged congratulations that he had recovered his sanity.
"Very good, little gentleman!" said Mr. Kinosling, and being somewhat chilled, placed the hat firmly upon his head, pulling it down as far as it would go. It had a pleasant warmth, which he noticed at once. The next instant, he noticed something else, a peculiar sensation of the scalp a sensation which he was quite unable to define.
"One must give both answers. One must give the answer, yes; one must give the answer, no." "Oh, THANK you!" said Miss Cosslit, blushing. "She's one of my great enthusiasms, you know." "And I have a question, too," urged Mrs. Lora Rewbush, after a moment's hasty concentration. "'I've never been able to settle it for myself, but NOW " "Yes?" said Mr. Kinosling encouragingly.
Another spinster undeterred by what had happened to Miss Beam leaned fair forward, her face shining and ardent. "Mr. Kinosling, there's a question I DO wish to ask you." "My dear Miss Cosslit," Mr. Kinosling responded, again waving his hand and watching it, "I am entirely at your disposal." "WAS Joan of Arc," she asked fervently, "inspired by spirits?" He smiled indulgently. "Yes and no," he said.
Kinosling seized him by the shoulders and, giving way to emotion, shook him viciously. "You horrible boy!" exclaimed Mr. Kinosling. "You ruffianly creature! Do you know what's going to happen to you when you grow up? Do you realize what you're going to BE!" With flashing eyes, the indignant boy made know his unshaken purpose. He shouted the reply: "A minister!"
Schofield hastily interposed the suggestion of dinner, and the small procession went in to the dining-room. "It has been a delicious day," said Mr. Kinosling, presently; "warm but balmy." With a benevolent smile he addressed Penrod, who sat opposite him. "I suppose, little gentleman, you have been indulging in the usual outdoor sports of vacation?"
For me, a quiet room a quiet room and a book, a volume in the hand, held lightly between the fingers. A volume of poems, lines metrical and cadenced; something by a sound Victorian. We have no later poets." "Swinburne?" suggested Miss Beam, an eager spinster. "Swinburne, Mr. Kinosling? Ah, SWINBURNE!" "Not Swinburne," said Mr. Kinosling chastely. "No."
Penrod laid down his fork and glared, open-mouthed at Mr. Kinosling. "You'll have another slice of breast of the chicken?" Mr. Schofield inquired, loudly and quickly. "A lovely day!" exclaimed Margaret, with equal promptitude and emphasis. "Lovely, oh, lovely! Lovely!" "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!" said Mrs.
"Is ah is oh, yes: Is Sanskrit a more difficult language than Spanish, Mr. Kinosling?" "It depends upon the student," replied the oracle smiling. "One must not look for linguists everywhere. In my own especial case if one may cite one's self as an example I found no great, no insurmountable difficulty in mastering, in conquering either." "And may I ask one?" ventured Mrs. Bassett.
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