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The mere sight of them brought back the atmosphere so familiar to him: of the alleys and their freedom, of Newspaper Square with its hurry and bustle and eager life! It was too much for Towsley, and with a shout of rapture he rushed to the basement entrance, out upon the street, into the very arms of his mates. "Say, it was true, then, ain't it?" demanded Tom the Bugler.
"Maybe, after all, anything which pleases the children is not an unmitigated annoyance," observed Miss Armacost, reflectively. Jefferson brought the horses to a standstill and stepped down to loosen the robes about his mistress and help her alight, if need be. But Towsley had been before him.
I am, myself; though I know, of course, there are no such things as ghosts. And yet " As if in derision of her doubt, once more the bell pealed; this time both for long and violently. Breathless with haste and excitement, Towsley rushed into the editorial rooms of the Express office and sank into the nearest chair to recover himself.
There were no gleaming glasses shading the kindly eyes which regarded him, and no sternness in the lips that said slowly and gently: "So my little patient is better. I am so glad of that." After a long, silent stare into nurse Brady's face, Towsley asked: "Be you? Where's I at?" "In a nice warm bed, all safe and sound, with a fine breakfast waiting for you." "Where's it at, I say?"
There'd be plenty of room, for she takes 'mealers' extra. Oh! if you say so I'll run and call her over. Do you?" Miss Armacost felt, for one brief moment, as if she were being turned out of her own abode. When she decided to adopt Towsley, she did not decide to open her doors to the whole of Side Street, or even Newspaper Square.
Miss Lucy was very thankful that the dirty little urchin was on the further side of Molly, who was quite clean, and that her own dainty garments could not be soiled by contact with his. "He doesn't know, exactly. The folks around call him 'Towsley, 'cause his hair's never combed, except once in a while when I take him in hand. It's such a pretty yellow color, too, isn't it?
I've 'phoned for somebody from the factory to come out and help, too, but there are so many orders ahead the boss says I must do the best I can. Yet the worst of all is Towsley." Molly dropped her fork with a rattle. "Towsley! Has anything happened to him?" "That's what I'd like to know. That's what that poor rich woman, yonder, is grieving herself ill over." "Tell us.
"Just like she'd been sitting in big chairs and giving orders all her life," as Molly afterward expressed it. "Did you want us, ma'am?" "Yes, I did. You may sit down." "Thank you. Sit down, Towsley." Molly promptly availed herself of the permission given, while her admiring gaze roved over the apartment, but the shyer boy dared not seat himself upon any of those handsome satin-covered chairs.
Then Miss Lucy read a portion of the Word and offered a brief prayer, to which Towsley listened in a scared sort of way. For she mentioned him in her petition, asking for a blessing upon the new relation established between them. This gave the matter a dignity and importance really startling to the waif.
Master Lionel Towsley had not before felt any personal proprietorship in the big mansion; but he now ran lightly up its marble steps with a new and delightful sense of returning to his home. To his touch upon the door-bell nobody responded, and after several such demands had failed to awake any response, the reason for it came to him. "Maybe they've gone. Maybe they won't answer it.
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