. St. Nicholas [serial]. ness andhospitality; Mr. Bran-don is a perfect dear!And — oh, here s ahearty message to youall. Remember me toyour aunt and uncle,please, and your tell them howsorry I was to havemissed seeing nt that lovely? Isthe string cut, Jim ?Let me undo it! It proved to bean autographed copyof Mr. Brandons newbook, and a vainerperson than Miss Ches-wick the family hadnever beheld. It so chanced that intheir account of Mr. the discarded envelop and passed it to his Brandons visit the cousins rather slurred thebrother-in-law, who cried in excitement, Well, af
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ness andhospitality; Mr. Bran-don is a perfect dear!And — oh, here s ahearty message to youall. Remember me toyour aunt and uncle,please, and your tell them howsorry I was to havemissed seeing nt that lovely? Isthe string cut, Jim ?Let me undo it! It proved to bean autographed copyof Mr. Brandons newbook, and a vainerperson than Miss Ches-wick the family hadnever beheld. It so chanced that intheir account of Mr. the discarded envelop and passed it to his Brandons visit the cousins rather slurred thebrother-in-law, who cried in excitement, Well, afternoon at the club, in their eagerness toupon my word, it is! tell of the delightful evening in their own Why, certainly, said Jim, looking sur- home,prised at his fathers vehemence; and then, as if It was not until Mr. Saybrooke strolled intowith a sudden recollection, and in the most his club later in the day that he heard, on everynonchalant manner in the world : Oh, we side, the full story of Jims guileless FAR INTO THE NIGHT, CHUCKLES, SNATCHES OF SONG, AND MYSTERIOUS WHISPERINGSTRAVELED THROUGH THAT DOORWAY. THE LITTLE BOY. 235 He intended to reprove his sons forward-ness, but he did not, for when he reached thehome gateway that night Jim came flying outof the door bare-headed, and rushed downthe snowy drive to meet him, waving a letterabove his head and pleading, Oh, daddy, dolet me go ! One glance at his cheeks and eyes told theexperienced parent that it would be useless totalk prudence to him then. So, overlooking hissons thoughtlessness in rushing out into thecold air without at least his hat, he pulledopen his overcoat, tucked the ecstatically wrig- gling boy inside, and held out his hand for theletter. It was short but sweet: My dear Little Boy : This is to thank you forthe cracker-jack (I think thats the name) time youand your jolly little cousin gave me. It is also to saythat I saw Hawes this afternoon, and he tells me thatreports from the fishing club
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