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"I SAID you knew how to play the game better than I did, now. But go on. You haven't told me half, yet. Where do you live? And is Jerry all the brothers and sisters you've got?" A swift change came to the boy's face. His eyes glowed. "Yes and he ain't mine, really. He ain't any relation, nor mumsey ain't, neither. And only think how good they've been to me!"
"Oh how mumsey must have worried!" As the automobile drew up at the curb she sprang from it and rushed into the house, straight into her mother's arms Mrs. Westley had heard the car stop and had walked with faltering steps to the door. "Mother, I didn't want you to be worried not for the world! But we couldn't help it."
Finally it read: "DEAR OLD MUMSEY: I hope you have received your pin, and that you have carefully hidden away Johnnie's steam engine. I know he will be delighted with it. Now, mumsey, dear, I have a great favor to ask. Could you possibly let me have five dollars more? I will send it back before my holiday is over, because I only want to lend it to some one, and I am sure to get it back.
By chance I looked out of the window it is a view rather worth looking upon, you'll admit and, well I saw a moving picture instead of the usual quiet landscape and it was 'going some' as Athol would say." Mrs. Ashby smiled involuntarily as she recalled the spirited action of that moving picture. "Yes wasn't it?" cried Beverly eagerly. "And, oh that little Apache is some horse, mumsey."
Dick held his mother's face close to his own for a minute and then said, very slowly: "Mumsey, I'll go and it's really and truly because you want me to but I won't take any of your money. Hush, now! Don't you say a word, or I'll disown you.
He left off stripping the bushes and turned contentedly against her knees. "You're my home, Mumsey." "And not even," she gently insisted, "when I'm not here to make it for you. There's a kind of life goes with loving; it's like like the lovely inside colour of a shell, and somehow, this winter I've wondered if you'd got to the place where you knew what that would be like if you should find it."
Now don't speak yet mother knows what you want to say. dear, but she can perfectly well afford to send you and you will hurt her feelings if you don't let her." Dick put his arms around his mothers' neck and as soon as he could speak, half sobbed out: "Oh, Mumsey, I can't take your money. You've got so little." "But mother wants you to, so much."
Apache has a lively tickle in his toes this crisp morning, and besides the roads are terribly muddy and slippery from last night's shower." "I'll be careful mumsey dear," answered the girl, as she ran down the steps to spring upon her mount. "Careful and no racing with the boys, remember," Mrs. Ashby called after her. Perhaps Beverly did not hear the concluding admonition.
Charlotte looked out as she spoke and opened the window a crack to remind Irving that he couldn't prance around on top of the snow-house, because it wasn't strong enough yet for such treatment. "Don't you believe you'll be able to come down-stairs pretty soon? Perhaps you can be with us on Christmas Day; oh, Mumsey," and Charlotte glowed with delighted anticipation.
As it was, a wonderfully happy family party gathered around the table an hour later; and as Jehiel led a tremulous, gray-haired woman to the seat of honor, he looked into her shining eyes and whispered: "Dear old mumsey, now that we've found the way home again, I reckon we'll be coming every year don't you?" The Black Silk Gowns
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