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Updated: May 31, 2025
What they had been doing each one knew assuredly, even if no one mentioned it. Tim, who had been to India with Come-Back Stumper, had a feeling in his heart that expressed itself in one word, "everywhere," accompanied by a sigh of happy satisfaction; Judy felt what she knew as "Neverness"; she had seen the Metropolis inside out, with Uncle Felix apparently.
Colonel Stumper and no offence to you, sir chooses dark places where the sun forgets to shine " "Dangerous, jungly places," whispered Tim, admiringly. "And Mr. Felix " he hesitated. Uncle Felix's easiest way of searching seemed to puzzle him. "Mr.
Whoever lives not wholly in this Divine Idea, or living partially in it, struggles not, as for the one good, to live wholly in it, he is, let him live where else he like, in what pomps and prosperities he like, no Literary Man; he is, says Fichte, a "Bungler, Stumper."
"The world is wild with laughter," Judy cried, snatching the words from the air about her. "We can fly " She darted after him. "Among the imprisoned hours as we choose," boomed the voice of Uncle Felix, as he followed, rolling in behind her. "We can play," growled Stumper, hobbling next in the line. "My life has just begun." Their Leader waited till they all came up with him.
Between some hanging willow branches further down they were visible a moment, like dryad figures peering and flitting through the cataract of waving green. They searched as though their lives depended on success. It was absurd that Stumper had no button-hole!
They agreed just to mention the matter only. There was no need to "say a lot." So they liked this Colonel Stumper, C.B. They liked his "title," declaring that the letters stood for "Come Back," and referring to their owner as "Come Back Stumper." Some day, when he was gone for good, he was to be promoted to K.C.B., meaning "Kan't-Come-Back."
But the notes were a little just a little further away she thought, nor could she see it anywhere. And it was then that Come-Back Stumper, limping a trifle as usual, approached them. He looked troubled rather, and though his manner was full of confidence still, his mind had mild confusion in it somewhere. He joined Uncle Felix and the children, standing in front of them.
A moment before, the eyes had been looking over the top at the advancing trio, watching their movements narrowly. The children did not answer either. They separated. They scouted. They executed a flank attack in open order. Three minutes later Colonel Stumper was surrounded. And no word was spoken; the scouts just perched and watched him.
Come- Back Stumper had simply gone to bed. Meanwhile their father alone grew neither older nor larger. His appearance did not change. They could not imagine that he would ever change.
The last three words were added as a question. An answer, however, was not immediately forthcoming. For the moment was a grave one. It was admitted that Come-Back Stumper could play a game with credit and success, even an active game like hide-and-seek; but it was not known yet that he could tell a story. The fate of the evening, therefore, hung upon the decision.
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