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Updated: September 19, 2025
Where's John-John? Peep-bo there he is! John-John, look at Auntie Edie. Oh, he won't pay any attention to poor me." Baby John was playing earnestly with Grannie's watch-chain. "You might leave the child alone," said Grannie. "Can't you see he doesn't want you?" Auntie Edie made a little pouting face, like a scolded, pathetic child. Nobody ever did want Auntie Edie.
Her smooth, pink-and-white cheeks and unwinking eyes contrasted vividly with his seamed yellowness and blinking grin; for a long time he coquetted at her, and played peep-bo, without disturbing her gravity, making humorous side comments to the on-lookers meanwhile. There was a ragged and disorderly mop of gray hair on his head, which showed very dingy beside the clear auburn of the child's.
The child's father, being particularly pious, had a booth all to himself, thatched with green boughs, and hung with fruit, and furnished with chairs and a table at which the child sat, with the blue sky playing peep-bo through the leaves, and the white table-cloth astir with quivering shadows and glinting sunbeams.
Comic as the action was, there was yet something terrible about it. Kit choked with laughter and fear. The man was half child playing peep-bo! and half spider waiting for a fly. That vision of the Eternal Child, which he had surprised in the eyes of old Ding-dong sailing into action, was manifest in this man too. Were men only children? Yes, surely! the good ones, at least. Only sinners grew old.
'Tain't no use floppin' on yer knees an' cryin' on either the Lord or the devil, they's outside of ye an' jest amusin' theirselves as they likes. Mussy on me! D'ye think I don't know when the Lord 'ides 'is face behind the clouds playin' peep-bo for a bit, and lets the devil 'ave it all 'is own way?
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