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At once Long-Shanks stopped too, and the two brothers broke out into derisive laughter. They were now standing directly under the window at which the old colonel was sitting. He leaned out. "Bravo, youngster!" said he, "you are a plucky one here drink this on the strength of it." He had taken up the tumbler and was holding it out of the window toward Little-Boy.
How can I go to sleep and wait until morning to know if those lovely, blue, little-boy eyes will never look up at me again? What can I do to ease this awful anxiety? As if I didn't know what to do when I have heard so often about a Person who watches every sparrow's flight. These few days have been the most wonderful I have ever spent in all my life, the saddest and the most deeply happy.
And loyal, of course, and not too tidy and to be hungry at meals. And not to be too bitter about going out in the evenings. And the one thing they do not want is to have their men know how well they understand them. It is one of their pet little-boy conceits, this being misunderstood.
"The lesson will be about Jesus," said Mrs. Burton." "Little-boy Jesus or big-man Jesus?" asked Toddie. "A a both," replied the teacher, in some confusion. "Aw wight," said Toddie. "G'won." "There was once a time when all the world was in trouble, without knowing exactly why," said Mrs. Burton; "but the Lord understood it, for He understands everything."
Long-Shanks at last threw off Little-Boy, took two steps backward and picked up his cap from the ground. The fight was drawing to a finish. Panting and out of breath, the three stood looking at one another.
He could say no more; his voice broke a little and he felt as if he were half a dozen years younger and about to cry in little-boy manner. "Teeny-bits," said Doctor Wells it was the second time that night that Findley Holbrook had been thus addressed by a person in authority at Ridgley "I've said once that I believe in you; this doesn't shake my confidence in your honesty.
Let's take a look. You take it that way, and I'll cover this side." The little-boy mind did not need its extensive education to understand that Paul Brennan needed no more than a few seconds of unobserved activity, after which he could announce the discovery of the third death in a voice cracked with false grief. Animal instinct took over where intelligence failed.
When half an hour had passed, Tom vacated his seat. "I'm going into the smoking car," he said, "to have a smoke. Won't you come with me?" "No, thank you. I don't smoke." "Then it's time you began. I've got a cigarette for you, if you'll try it." "Much obliged, but I am better off without it." "You'll soon get over that little-boy feeling. Why, boys in the city of half your age smoke."
It was limp, little, strong, and looked meaty. As he raised his eyes wonderingly from a certain sentence, he encountered the glance of the fat old German dealer. "Will this little book stand reading more than once, sir?" Bedient asked. "Ja but vat a little-boy question! Ven you haf read sefen times the year for sefen years you a man vill haf become."
Then Little-Boy tore open his portfolio with frantic haste; from the portfolio he drew out a pen-case, from the pen-case a pen-holder, which all at once he began jabbing into the hand of Long-Shanks that held his brother prisoner. "Clever lad!" said the colonel to himself. "Fine lad!" His red eyes fairly gleamed with delight. The affair was now becoming too hot for Long-Shanks.
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