"
"CALL, my lad? Who taught us that drawing-room twaddle? Call on
your grandmother! Listen to the wind among the pines! Yours is a
glorious country."
Mr. Beebe came to the rescue.
"Mr. Emerson, he will call, I shall call; you or your son will
return our calls before ten days have elapsed. I trust that you
have realized about the ten days' interval. It does not count
that I helped you with the stair-eyes yesterday. It does not
count that they are going to bathe this afternoon."
"Yes, go and bathe, George. Why do you dawdle talking? Bring them
back to tea. Bring back some milk, cakes, honey. The change will
do you good. George has been working very hard at his office. I
can't believe he's well."
George bowed his head, dusty and sombre, exhaling the peculiar
smell of one who has handled furniture.
"Do you really want this bathe?" Freddy asked him. "It is only a
pond, don't you know. I dare say you are used to something
better."
"Yes--I have said 'Yes' already."
Mr.
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