StNicholas [serial] . hand whistle and make jokes and— Doubt shad-owed the little boys sensitive face, and he putforth a sympathetic hand. Boy! he said softly. Boy! You are happy,are nt you ? The Boy forced a laugh. Happy? Oh, yes,Don. Happy enough for a big husky chap likeme. But how did you learn all about the Burchardfellow? My mother s been writing about him to AuntMary. To Aunt Mary? Yes; Aunt Mary Temple. She s married nowto a professor in the school where the Burchardboy belongs— 1910.] THE NONSENSE BOY 987 The Boy whistled comprehendingly. AuntMary Temple —Miss Temple, of course, he sa
StNicholas [serial] . hand whistle and make jokes and— Doubt shad-owed the little boys sensitive face, and he putforth a sympathetic hand. Boy! he said softly. Boy! You are happy,are nt you ? The Boy forced a laugh. Happy? Oh, yes,Don. Happy enough for a big husky chap likeme. But how did you learn all about the Burchardfellow? My mother s been writing about him to AuntMary. To Aunt Mary? Yes; Aunt Mary Temple. She s married nowto a professor in the school where the Burchardboy belongs— 1910.] THE NONSENSE BOY 987 The Boy whistled comprehendingly. AuntMary Temple —Miss Temple, of course, he saidto himself, but to Donald he said, Go on. That s all. But my mother believes in him;she says that he could nt have done —whatever itwas. She s very sure of that. mother of yours could help that—that Burchardchap out— But how does Miss Temple— —feel about it? Just as my mother does—only more. Theyboth think that my doctor is pretty hard on dont understand it, because he s an awfully. boy! he said softly, you are happy, are nt you? The Boys eyes were shining. Did she saythat? he demanded. Yes, she said that. The doctor sent him downto the station for her the day she came home, soshe knows him. She thinks that it would bepleasant to have him come to see me sometime,but I dont want anybody, yet, but you, Boy. Thelittle chap finished with shy sweetness in his lov-ing glance. The Boy was stroking Donalds hand, his faceglowing. Oh, kid! he said. If that blessed little (To be good doctor. Donalds grave little face lookedvery wise. It s not pleasant to be a little sickboy, he observed, but the big boys have troubles,too, dont they? Trouble? Trouble had fallen from the Boy aswithered leaves fall from a vigorous young tree. Trouble, kid? he said, and there was a full,joyous note in his voice that was new to , no. No one in the world has trouble aslong as there s some one who believes in of people imagine they have trouble, youknow, w
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