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Only you need a little of the spirit of generosity, too. The wandering melody again, you see. We can never quite get away from it. Now, I'm going on my rounds through the wards. I'll stop in, after an hour or so, and see if you have any errand for me to do. Good-by. Take a nap, then think it over. I'll be back again." Towsley didn't nap at all.
So with a mere nod of his head, old Jefferson whisked the newsboy into a corner of the cushioned seat and Miss Armacost followed without assistance; but her doing so made Towsley remember something and sent a blush to his pale cheek. That was, the manner in which real gentlemen helped their women folk on any similar occasion.
The gentleman hurried away; and the moment he did so the bell began again to ring. Towsley, and even Molly, looked frightened, but Miss Lucy was now able to laugh at the incident; and when Molly asked, earnestly: "Do you suppose it could be a ghost, after all?" she replied indignantly: "No, indeed. But what the gentleman said has reminded me of something else. It must be a 'picnic, after all.
Towsley listened in increasing astonishment and terror. Whether owing to a diet of mince pie exclusively or to the unusual daintiness of his surroundings, he had not rested as well as he was accustomed to do upon the steam hole of the Express office cellar.
With eagerness she caught it in her hands, meeting Tim's towsley head, engaged in the same errand, and much disposed to claim the fish as all his own. "There's Grandpa!" said Doctor Barnes. "I've lost my bet to Sim Gage that fellow will go over three pounds. I didn't know there was such a grayling in the world."
"I don't know, ma'am I mean, Miss Lucy. The kids call me Towhead. Towsley Towhead is all I know, though Mother Molloy, she thinks it may be Smith or Jones or something. Why, ma'am? I haven't done any harm, have I?" "No, child. No, none at all. I merely wish to have everything understood from the beginning. I am going to adopt you. You are to be my little boy hereafter.
I s'pose somebody's got my route, already. If a chap gets out the line there's another hops into his place spang! I wonder " But just there Lionel Towsley's reflections became so sombre that some very unusual tears crept into his eyes. This fact restored him to a sense of his own foolishness. "Shucks! if I ain't crying! I Towsley! Well, that beats all.
Molly stole softly out of the house to tell the unusual happenings of her play hour to the sympathetic ears in Side Street. The short winter day came to a close. Darkness filled the back parlor where the forgotten Towsley had remained to enjoy his treat; and where, at length, the heat and quietude overcame him, so that he slipped from the hard stool to the soft carpet and fell asleep.
For a moment the group of men in the place regarded him without recognition; then one reporter exclaimed: "Why, it's Tows! Little Towsley of ours!" and gayly extended his hand in greeting. "Congratulations, young man!" cried another. "The hero of a snow-bank, an adoption, a rescue! The staff is proud to welcome you back!" A third whipped out pencil and pad and demanded: "The facts. Straight.
For there was never a newsboy on Newspaper Square, not even the independent Master Towsley, who could resist the charm of a sleigh ride; especially in a city where sleighing was a rare occurrence, and where enormous prices were asked and obtained for any sort of vehicle that would glide over the snow. Towsley forgot everything but the prospect before him.
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