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"Just the thing, father!" cried William. "Go it'll do you both good!" And after some little talk it was decided that the invitation should be accepted. Nathan Banks lived thirty miles away, but not until the night before the Whipples were to start did it suddenly occur to Jeremiah that he had now no money for railroad tickets.
He had visualized it as something that could be handed about. Later had come the disappointing realization that each Whipple had a complete nose at all times for his very own; that the phrase by which he had been misled denoted merely the possession of a certain build of nose by Whipples. But even this simple phenomenon offered some distraction from his present miseries.
The Whipples had been dazed by the cosmic torrent, but here was something specific; and it was astounding. They regarded the speaker with awe. They wanted to be told how one could perform the feat, but dreaded to incur a too-wordy exposition. "Not practical enough, I dare say," ventured Harvey D. "You said it!" replied Dave.
Winona was perhaps never to understand that Wilbur could not picture himself as despised and rejected. His assertion that he had not wished to be adopted by any Whipples she put down to envious bravado. Had he not from afar on more than one occasion beheld his brother riding the prophesied pony? But he would have felt embarrassed at meeting his brother now face to face.
It would be unfair to expect a true nose in any but born Whipples. Gideon Whipple from before the fireplace swayed forward on his toes and waved his half-smoked cigar. "The long and short of it is the Whipple stock has run low. We're dying out." "Got to have new blood, that's sure," said Sharon. "Build it up again."
But he was beginning to wonder if perhaps this newest Whipple had not, with all his education, missed something that other Whipples had learned. Harvey D. had once or twice spoken with frank impatience of the New Dawn's gospel. And one Kate Brophy, cook at the Whipple New Place, said of its apostle that he was "a sahft piece of furniture." Merle was sensitive to these little winds of captiousness.
She descended from the car in a flutter of pretense that she habitually descended from cars, and a moment later was overjoyed to note that her escort sustained the greetings of the assembled Whipples and their guests with a practiced coolness, or what looked like it.
Wilbur staunchly held the roan, listened to the high-keyed drone of a reaper in a neighbouring field, and watched the old man make more figures in his black notebook. He liked this one of the Whipples pretty well.
He jestingly spoke of him as a crown prince. He said if you really had to stay in a small town you might as well be adopted by the Whipples as any one else. The Wilbur twin was abashed and puzzled. The detail most impressing him seemed to be that, having no longer a brother, he would cease to be a twin.
In the course of their desultory playing they discussed the other Whipples. "Of course they're awfully fond of me," said Merle. "Of course," said Wilbur. "I guess Harvey D. Father would give me anything in the world I asked for, ever since I was a kid. Horses, dogs, guns, motor cars notice the swell little roadster I'm driving? Birthday! You'd almost think he looks up to me.
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