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He was driving at high speed, and there was only a second in which to jam things down and pull things up and stop the car. Kemp was behind him. He was not prepared for Randy's sudden stop. He swerved sharply to the left, slammed into a telegraph pole and came back to life to find somebody bending over him. "Who is looking after the lady, sir?" he managed to murmur. "Young Paine and Mr.
The failure of the boys to find Randy's letter was a mystery at first, but Ned finally suggested that it had been blown into the water, which was no doubt the case. About three o'clock the boys broke camp. They were now thoroughly rested, and eager to be on the water again.
Then when we git inter the cars, we shall sit on the soft seat and jest rest 'til we get ter Randy's." "Well, then, let's hurry," said Prue, "I'm some rested now, and if we run we'll get there all the sooner."
Why, Randy, that is half the charm. Haven't I been to hotels summer after summer, but I never stayed over night in a farm-house. I shall enjoy every hour of my stay with you. "Tell your mother how gladly I accept her invitation, and tell Prue that the 'Nina girl' has no little sister, and that she is very eager to see Randy's little Prue."
And here, miles away from that war-swept land, another woman sang. And there was honeysuckle outside, and late roses and poppies, and there was Peace. And the world which had not fought would forget. But the men who had fought would remember. He heard Randy's voice, sharp with nerves. "Sing something else, Becky. We've had enough of war " The Major leaned across the table.
"I was in New York," was Randy's easy explanation, "and I couldn't resist coming up." "We read your story, and Mrs. Prime told us how the editor received it. You are by way of being famous, my boy." "Well, it's mighty interesting, sir," said young Randy. It was late when they reached the little town, but the west was blood-red above the ridge, with the moor all darkling purple.
"They know what I like." In half an hour all the letters were sealed and addressed. Then Ned and Clay brushed off their clothes and put on neckties, greatly to Randy's amusement. "What are you laughing at?" exclaimed Ned. "Don't you know that we may be invited out to dinner at West Hill? I wish I had a dress suit with me." "What a pity you haven't," said Randy mockingly.
The story of Randy's cake provoked much laughter, and Randy assured Ned that he had done the proper thing under the circumstances. Then the other side of the story was told, and listened to with even greater interest. Clay was chaffed unmercifully about the calf, and Nugget also came in for a goodly share of ridicule.
They had exchanged promises in regard to correspondence, had vowed never to forget each other, and Nina had slipped a little parcel into Randy's hand, saying, "Just a little gift, dear Randy. Open it when the train has started and you are on your way home." "O Nina, I shall prize your gift, whatever it may be," said Randy. "How can I wait until to-morrow to see it?
And these dreams must live the dreams of the young gods as the dreams of the old gods had endured. Because men had died to make others free, freedom must be the song on the lips of all men. He thought of Randy's story. The Trumpeter Swan was only a stuffed bird in a glass case. But once he had spread his wings flown high in the upper air.
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