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Updated: June 23, 2025
I'd no business to have let you in for him." "Don't worry, Frances. If Morrie comes home he'll be sent out again, that's all." "At your expense." "I don't grudge any expense in sending Morrie out. Nor in keeping him out." "Yes. But this time it's different. It's worse." "Why worse?" "Because of the children. They're older now than they were last time. They'll understand." "What if they do?
It does mean quiet and happy. Uncle Morrie sent me pretty stories. I read about birds. The quail lays fifteen or twenty eggs and they are white. She makes her nest on the ground. The blue-bird makes her nest in a hollow tree and her eggs are blue. The robin's eggs are green. I learned a song about spring. March, April, May are spring. Now melts the snow.
Frances had said: "Yes, but we must do it decently. We must be kind to them, poor dears!" Above all they must be decent to Grannie and the Aunties, and to Uncle Morrie and Uncle Bartie. That was the only burden she had laid on her children. It was a case of noblesse oblige; their youth constrained them.
Then he volunteered: "Do you know what that song vould cost if she vas to give it in the Metropolitan Opera House, A. A.? A thousand dollars, von thousand simoleons. And we get it for nothing. It ain't possible to realize that you can get something for nothing in these days, is it? I vas saying to Morrie Shine only this morning that " "Sh!" hissed an exasperated Brazilian in front of them.
Yet the things Morrie saw in South Africa do you remember how he would tell us about them? weren't in it with the things that happened here. Pounding apart, the things that corpses can do, apparently on their own, are simply unbelievable what the war correspondents call "fantastic postures."
She bad made Bartie eat an ice under the impression that it would be good for him. And now she had gone with Morrie to the table where the drinks were, and had taken his third glass of champagne cup from him and made him drink lemonade instead. "How does she do it?" said Michael. "I don't know. She doesn't know herself. I used to think I could manage people, but I'm not in it with Ronny.
"Or drink, ducky." "Oh, you're cruel! Don't be cruel!" "I'm not cruel. If I didn't care so awfully for you, Mummy, I shouldn't mind whether he came back or didn't. You're cruel. You ought to think of Grannie and Auntie Louie and Auntie Emmy and Auntie Edie." "At the moment," said Frances, "I am thinking of Uncle Morrie."
Therefore they had at least a clear five days of peace before them. Anthony thought he had shown wisdom when, the next morning which was a Wednesday, he sent Grannie and the Aunties to Eastbourne for a week, so that they shouldn't worry Frances, and when on Thursday he made her go with him for a long day in the country, to take her mind off Morrie.
What I want to know is what Don and Dorothy are doing, and the last sweet thing Dad said to Mother I'd give a day's rest in my billet for one of his worst jokes. And I like to hear about Morrie going on the bust again, too it sounds so peaceful. Only if it really is anxiety about me that makes him do it, I wish he'd leave off thinking about me, poor old thing.
It was to come in a look or a word; and both would remember it afterwards for ever. In the evening Grannie, and Auntie Louie, and Auntie Emmeline, and Auntie Edie, and Uncle Morrie, and Uncle Bartie came up to say good-bye. And in the morning Nicholas went off to France, excited and happy, as he had gone off on his wedding journey. And between Frances and her son the great thing remained unsaid.
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