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Updated: June 29, 2025
"You rouse my curiosity. This seems to be a great occasion," said Langshaw. "Oh, it is!" agreed the mother happily. She murmured in his ear as they went downstairs: "I hope you'll show that you're pleased, dear. You know sometimes when you really are pleased you don't show it at once and George has been trying so hard. If you'll only show that you're pleased "
He was worried as to the way George would turn out when he grew up. This particular trout-rod, however, had an attraction for Langshaw of long standing. He had examined it carefully more than once when in the shop with his neighbour, Wickersham; it wasn't a fifty-dollar rod, of course, but it seemed in some ways as good as if it were it was expensive enough for him!
"Is that so?" said Langshaw absently in his turn. He had a momentary sense of being set back in his impulse to confidences that was not, after all, untinged with pleasure. His delightful secret was still his own, unmarred by unresponsive criticism. "By the way, Clytie, I don't like the way George has been behaving lately.
Langshaw studied it for a moment before opening it. "Well, I'll be jiggered!" he breathed, with a strange glance round at the waiting group and an odd, crooked smile. "I'll be jiggered!"
"Yes, I hear," returned Clytie in a bored tone. "Do you know " Langshaw hesitated, a boyish smile overspreading his countenance. "I was looking at that trout-rod in Burchell's window to-day. I don't suppose you remember my speaking of it, but I've had my eye on it for a long time." He paused, expectant of encouraging interest. "Oh, have you, dear?" said Clytie absently.
On this Saturday Christmas Eve's eve when Langshaw finally reached home, laden with all the "last things" and the impossible packages of tortuous shapes left by fond relatives at his office for the children one pocket of his overcoat weighted with the love-box of really good candy for Clytie it was evident as soon as he opened the hall door that something unusual was going on upstairs.
Clytie looked as if a thunderbolt had struck her. "Yes, I have; but oh, I don't want to take it for that! I need every penny I've got." "Well, there's no need of feeling so badly about it," said Langshaw resignedly. "Give the ten-dollar bill to the man, George, and see if he can change it." He couldn't resist a slight masculine touch of severity at her incapacity.
The ten dollars had, of course, gone to Ella. Both Langshaw and his wife had an unsympathetic feeling that if they developed flat-foot now they would have to go without appropriate shoes. "You look quite gay!" said his wife as she greeted him on his return, her pretty oval face, with its large dark eyes and dark curly locks, held up to be kissed. "Has anything nice happened?"
"That's what I don't know!" called Langshaw with a wave of the hand as Wickersham passed by.
The child had suddenly wriggled to a kneeling posture in his hold and had her little strangling arms round his neck in a tempest of sobs. "I don't want to give you a pi-ink pincushion I don't want to! I want my dollar! I want my dollar to spend! I want Father, I want my dollar my do-o-ol-lar! I want my " "What did I tell you, Mary Langshaw?" cried Clytie. She appealed to her husband.
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