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It would not do, she considered, to begin too sternly or suddenly in the reconstruction of her charge. She simply replied: "Yes. She is generous and lovable. She has excellent common sense." Towsley found his tongue and launched into praise of the whole family of Johns, with such graphic pictures of their daily life that Miss Armacost felt well acquainted with the entire household.
Yet he was evidently wealthy, since he could afford to give away, or advance to penniless Towsley this seemed the same thing a five-dollar suit of clothing. So he hurried himself and brushed his hair, as far as he could reach around; and he tried to use all the accessories of his toilet which Miss Lucy had provided and he could understand.
Do you s'pose she'll make me sit in front of a window and be dressed up, and make myself a show for the fellows to come and gibe at?" "Those shoes all right, eh? Look here, Towsley. I'm not a 'supposing' sort of a man. I've no time to speculate over things. I have to take them as they come and keep hustling. That's pretty much the way it is in the newspaper business, isn't it?" "Yes.
All the clothes I had. She took away my name, too." "Were they very good clothes, Towsley?" "No. But they were mine!" fiercely. "And the name. Is it a very honorable name, laddie?" "It's just as honorable as I make it, sir! I needn't be an Alley boy always, just because because nobody knows who my folks were." "No, indeed. That you need not. That you will not be, for you've the spirit to succeed.
But even in slumber Towsley had an uncomfortable effect upon the lady's thoughts: reminding her of the many other little lads who had shared his poverty yet not his present good fortune. She had never considered her house as an especially large one till his small person served to show the size of the empty rooms, and how tiny a space one child could occupy.
"Ma'am?" asked the waif, drowsily, sitting up and regarding his surroundings with surprise. "I I Where am I at?" "At home, my child," answered Miss Lucy, with a gasp at her own daring. Towsley was now fully awake; and, what was better, he seemed to have lost his shyness during his nap. "Um'm. Home. That's where folks live that has 'em. This is yours, I s'pose.
I'll carry the boys away with me, and I won't let on a bit, and I'll come back surely. Just this once, may I? I never had a chance before?" It struck even Towsley himself as an odd circumstance that he should ask this permission; he who had never before consulted anybody as to his goings or comings; or that he should wait so eagerly for her reply. But Miss Lucy scarcely heard him.
Well, if you think you're all right now, Towsley and I'll just take another try at it and see if we can't keep our eyes right front next time. Good-by. I hope you'll not feel shook up, afterward, as mother did the day she fell down-stairs. Didn't appear to hurt her a mite, then, but she was all trembling and queer-headed for a week afterward. Come on, Tows!
To relieve herself, as well as him, the lady pointed to a carved, wooden stool in the bay window, and Towsley went to it. The stool could be washed and thus purified after contact with the child's dusty garments, as the satin chairs could not be. Another servant came in and placed a silver tray upon a table.
Why in the world don't you use two, or go without entirely?" "Well, you see, if I wore both, Towsley couldn't have any. If he wore both and I none, there'd be nobody to teach him how. That's why." "What what did you say his name was?"
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