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Updated: June 7, 2025
If I thought you would, I'd thrash you on the spot," said Lanse, grimly, sure that a wholesome remorse was to be encouraged. Then he relented sufficiently to say in a tone considerably less severe: "Go and wash up, and begin your good resolutions by getting down and seeing to the kitchen fire. It's undoubtedly burnt itself out by this time.
Celia stood looking down at the doctor as her sister came up the steps. "It's strange," she said, "for I know Lanse isn't badly hurt, but all I can think of to-night is how I wish father and mother were here." "That's been in my head all day," said Charlotte, with her arm around Celia's shoulder. "I can understand," Doctor Churchill answered them both, and they knew he could.
But Lanse was ready of speech. "What the dickens does this mean?" he inquired, wrathfully. "Have we become an orphanage? I thought I heard singular sounds just after I got to bed. Is there any good reason why the family shouldn't be informed of what strange intentions you may have in your brain before you carry them out? Whose youngster is it, and what are you doing with it here?"
If there is any way by which you can let your father know I should do that." "I can, I think," said Lanse, thoughtfully. "We're to send them general-delivery letters until they're settled, and father will get those at the post-office and read them first."
I should like, however, to be sure that you are satisfied. You don't know me at all, you know." The steady eyes were looking keenly at Lanse, and he felt the sincerity in the words. He returned the scrutiny without speaking for an instant; then he put out his hand. "Somehow I feel as if I do," he said, slowly. "Anyhow, I'm going to know you, and I'm glad of the chance." "Thank you."
Second Fiddle's no good on earth in the kitchen; she couldn't boil an egg. Say, breaking your knee-pan's no joke. Price Williston did it a year ago August, and he hasn't got good use of it yet, 'fraid he never will " "Oh, let up on that," Lanse cut him short, "and don't mention it again to anybody.
But he made the brotherly embrace a short one, comprehending that much of that sort of thing would be unsafe both for Charlotte and her family, and went gaily away to the house next door. "Nerve good?" Lanse asked Doctor Churchill, an hour later as they waited in the vestry for the summons of the organ. Doctor Churchill smiled. "Pretty steady," he answered.
I meant to run in some evening soon and hear you play. Well, I'm overdue at the hospital. Good-by, Lanse Doctor Churchill. Keep me posted concerning the knee."
I didn't care for a mercantile berth. In fact, while my brother Lanse has had his future cut out for him since he was fourteen, and Just, at sixteen, is body and soul in for electrical engineering, I've been the family problem. Father's had the sense not to assert his wishes for a moment.
"Keep up that pressure just as you were doing, please, Miss Charlotte, while I make things ready. We'll have you all right in a jiffy, Birch." Two minutes later the doctor had Lanse stretched on a narrow white table in an inner office. "I've got to hurt you quite a bit," he said to his patient. "I don't want to give you an anesthetic, but somebody must hold your head. Shall I call Mrs. Fields?"
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