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But there was always a deus ex machina for us when we were in trouble. Looming up above the crowd was the smiling and encouraging countenance of the ever active, always present, always helpful Mr. Smalley. He cleared a breathing space before us.
On the way to my post, I stopped in London and was taken to various interesting places. At the house of my old friend and Yale classmate, George Washburn Smalley, I met a number of very interesting people, and among these was especially impressed by Mr. Meredith Townshend, whose knowledge of American affairs seemed amazingly extensive and preternaturally accurate.
"I give all I leave in the world to my niece Belinda Bree." "Kellup" came down and buried his sister, and "looked into things;" concluded that "Bel was pretty comfortable, and with good folks, Mrs. Pimminy and Miss Smalley; 'sposed she calc'lated to keep on, now; she could come back if she wanted to, though." Bel did not want to. She would stay here a little while, at any rate, and think.
We heard, likewise, that the people had risen at Callinger, so we returned and walked back ten miles that day. M and I carried the child alternately. Presently Mrs. Smalley died of sunstroke. We had no food amongst us. An officer kindly lent us a horse. We were very faint. The Major died, and was buried; also the Sergeant-major and some women. The bandsmen left us on the nineteenth of June.
They came and went, seeing things at their worst as well as at their best, but mostly at their worst. Like husbands, too, they developed a sort of philosophy as to the early morning, and would only make occasional remarks, such as: "Cyclone struck you this morning, or anything?" Doctor Smalley, being a bachelor, was entirely blind to the early morning deficiencies of his wards.
Letters and Art were well represented there as well as Science, intermingled with the friends of the younger generation. "Here," writes G.W. Smalley, people from many other worlds than those of abstract science were bidden; where talk was to be heard of a kind rare in any world.
"Going to watch this boy," Hendricks confided to Doctor Smalley a night or two after Lily's return, meeting him outside. "He sure can talk." Doctor Smalley grinned. "He can read my writing, too, which is more than I can do myself. What do you mean, watch him?" But whatever his purposes Mr. Hendricks kept them to himself.
"But he's in there Ike Smalley seen him an' his paramount go up the steps from the landin'! 'Twon't do no good to hide him, young feller; he's " "Well, let me tell you something. You are too late they're married!" cried Crosby triumphantly. "I don't give a cuss if they're married and have sixteen children!" shouted the exasperated Crow, his badge fairly dancing. "He's got to surrender!"
Gratz was so used to receiving compliments when Mr. Smalley was talking to him that he did not blush with pleasure. He merely got red in the face. "Think of the advantage of saving one letter in every word that is written in every business office in America?" continued Mr. Smalley excitedly. "The ink saved by this company alone by dropping those letters will amount to a thousand dollars a year.
"It will be sure to burst out again," she said; "it always does." "Don't say so to Aunt Blin," whispered Bel. "Look at her cheeks, and her eyes. She is sick-abed this minute, and she will keep up!" At nine o'clock, the very last thing, she spoke with the music-mistress again, at the door. Miss Smalley kept coming up into the passage to look out at that end window.
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