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Phin and his kind remind me some of that new kind of balloon you was tellin' me they'd probably have over to your camp when 'twas done, that er er dirigible; wasn't that what you called it?" "Yes. But why does Babbitt remind you of a dirigible balloon? I don't see the connection." "Don't you? Well, seems's if I did.
My father's sister Mary was also a remarkable and saintly woman, though I do not think she was such a born teacher as Miss Phin. When my father was a little boy, not 12 years old, an uncle from Jamaica came home for a visit. He saw his sister Janet a dying woman, with a number of delicate-looking children, and he offered to take David with him and treat him like his own son.
He drew a long breath, apparently of relief. "Why, so 'tis," he said, solemnly. "When I first saw you sittin' there, Phin, I had a suspicion 'twas you, but the longer I looked the more I thought 'twas the President come to call. Do you know," he added, confidentially, "if you didn't have any whiskers and he looked like you you'd be the very image of him."
You will never presume to enter through the doors of this school again. Go, sir!" From Phin came an angry snarl of defiance. He tried to shout out, to tell the principal and his late fellow students how little, or less than little, he cared about their opinions. But the words stuck in his throat. Ere he could try again, a hiss arose from one quarter of the room. The hiss grew and swelled.
Jed's confusion seemed to increase. "Don't you don't you think you'd better count it, Sam?" he stammered. "If if the Major here and Phin see you count it and and know it's all right, then they'll be able to contradict the stories that's goin' around about so much bein' stolen, you know." The captain grunted. "Stolen?" he repeated. "You said folks were talkin' about money bein' lost.
"And who is Phin?" "He is my brother, sir my own brother, and he has gone and 'listed, and it's breaking my mother's heart; and sure, yer honor, if he goes away for a soldier, she will die, and it's all alone in the world I'll be." With that, her little red lips began to quiver, and the tears to fall from her soft, brown eyes.
Then, as time went on, and Phin heard, by chance, that Dick and Dave were trying to catch the burglars in behalf of "The Blade,", a plan had occurred to Phin by which he might ruin Dick utterly in the eyes of the community. The whole plan had been carefully laid by Stevens and young Drayne.
Though coach's manner was mild enough, there was look of the resolute eyes of this famous college athlete that made Phin Drayne realized how I hopeless it was to expect any consideration from him. "All right then Mr. Morton," he replied huskily. "I'll do my best on a small showing, and take what comes to me."
Once out of the building, Phin could keep back the choking sob and tears no longer. Stealing down a side street, where he would have to pass few people, Phin gave way to his pent-up shame. Yet in it all there was nothing of repentance. He was angry with himself -in a fiendish rage toward others.
He must see you, that's all there was to it. Say, Ros, what did you and Phin Cahoon and the Colton girl do yesterday?" "Oh, we put through one of Mr. Colton's little trades for him, that's all." "That's all, hey! Well, whatever 'twas, he and I owe you a vote of thanks. He began to get better the minute he heard it.
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