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Crow once told us about some of his little-boy adventures, as you may remember. Well, I found Cousin Redfield and told him what had happened, and he said he would go with me and help me fight that spread-shouldered ruffian, and asked me what were his weak points.
"Well," he proceeded, "I will soon go home; that is one consolation! There is a sickness, my friend, whoever you are, at my heart here, and in what does that sickness consist? I will tell you in the memory of some beautiful dreams that I had when a child or little-boy: I remember something about green fields, groves, dark mountains, and summer rivers flowing sweetly by.
She considered him entirely unable to take care of himself, he needed a good wife. And a good, true, devoted wife Sandy knew she would be, fulfilling to her utmost power all his lonely, little-boy dreams of birthday parties and Christmas revels. To do her justice, she really and deeply cared for him. Not with passion, for of that as yet she knew nothing, but with a real and absorbing affection.
It occurred to Cochrane that Alicia would probably find recompense for her humiliation and pain in the little-boy penitence exactly as temporary as any other little-boy emotion when she and Johnny Simms were alone together. The ship had come down close to the sunset-line of the planet. Away to the west there was the glint of blue sea. Dusk was already descending here.
Two little boys, Esmond, and Rex, Junior, clinging to her gown, smiled a shy welcome at us. In the background loomed the shining face and huge form of Aunty Boone. She had never seemed bigger to me, even in my little-boy days, when I considered her a giant. Her eyes grew dull as she looked at us. "Clean faces and finger-nails now. Got to stain 'em up 'bout once more 'fore you are through.
Long-Shanks showed an ugly grin, behind which he tried to hide the shame of his defeat; Little-Boy, with fists still doubled, followed every one of his movements with blazing eyes, ready at a moment to spring once more upon the enemy should the latter renew the attack. But Long-Shanks did not advance again; he had had enough.
Stung with pain, he released his first opponent to throw himself with furious blows on Little-Boy. But the latter was now transformed into a veritable little wild-cat.
My little nephew was prowling about my sitting-room during the absence of his nurse. I was busy writing, and when he took up a delicate pearl opera-glass, I stopped his investigations with the time-honored, "No, no, dear, that's for grown-up people." "Hasn't it got any little-boy end?" he asked wistfully.
Little-Boy dodged, and the same instant Long-Shanks got a second blow, this time on the head, that sent his cap flying. Nevertheless, he still kept his prisoner held in the trap and fast by the right hand.
Marcia Van Meter's heart cried out to her to say again as she had said all through his little-boy days, "Dearest, Mother'll get her for you! Mother'll get her for you to-morrow!" But instead her gaze went down to the page she had been reading ... the last scene in "Ghosts," where Oswald Alving says: "Mother, give me the sun!
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