The boy also possessed a heavy thatch of coal-black hair, a lock of
which was continually falling over his forehead and having to be thrust
back. "Because father says," Ted went, on, "it's a whole lot better for
children to be brought up together, so they will learn to be polite to
each other. I'm the youngest, so I'm most like an only child. But, you
see," he added hurriedly, "the older ones weren't allowed to give up to
me, and I had to be polite to them, so perhaps"--he looked so in earnest
about it that Richard could not possibly laugh at him--"I won't turn out
as badly as some youngest ones do."
There was really nothing priggish about this statement, however it may
sound. And the next minute the boy had turned to a subject less
suggestive of parental counsels. He launched into an account of his
elder brother Louis's prowess on the football fields of past years,
where, it seemed, that young man had been a remarkable right tackle. He
gave rather a vivid account of a game he had witnessed last year,
talking, as Richard recognized, less because he was eager to talk than
from a sense of responsibility as to the entertainment of his guest.
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