I was surprised to find
he had not. So I shared with him the recent knowledge I had acquired.
* * * * *
"And you mean to tell me that Uncle Beck has said nothing to you?"
"Not a single word ... never."
"But why didn't you ask him then ... him being a doctor?"
"How can a fellow talk with his father about such things?"
"It's funny to me he didn't inform you, anyhow."
"I was his son, you see!"
* * * * *
Anders had a girl, he told me, confidingly. She was off on a visit to
Mornington, at present ... a mighty pretty little girl and the best
there was....
* * * * *
"By the way, Anders, do you know second cousin Phoebe at all?"
"Sure thing I know her ... the last time I heard of her ... which was
almost a year ago--she was wilder than ever."
"How do you mean, Anders?"
"Her folks couldn't keep her in of nights ... a gang of boys and girls
would come and whistle for her, and she'd get out, sooner or later, and
join them."
"I tell you what," I began, in an unpremeditated burst of invention,
which I straightway believed, it so appealed to my imagination, "I've
never told anybody before, but all these years I've been desperately in
love with Phoebe."
Anders scrutinised me quizzically, then the enthusiasm of the actor in
my face made him believe me.
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