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Title: Play the Game!
Author: Ruth Comfort Mitchell
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RUTH COMFORT
MITCHELL
D. APPLETON AND
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COMPANY
NEW YORK :: LONDON :: 1924
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY
D. APPLETON AND
COMPANY
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Copyright, 1920, by The Crowell
Publishing Company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA
TO
MY BROTHERS
Books byRUTH COMFORT MITCHELL
CORDUROY
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NARRATIVES IN VERSE
JANE JOURNEYS ON
PLAY THE GAME
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
New York London
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CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
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PLAY THE
GAME!
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CHAPTER I
There was no denying the fact that Hono
Carmody liked the boys. No one eve
attempted to deny it, least of all Hono
herself.
When she finished grammar school he
mother and her gay young stepfather tol
her they had decided to send her t
Marlborough rather than to the Lo
Angeles High School.
The child looked utterly aghast. "Oh," shsaid, "I wouldn't like that at all. I don
believe I could. I couldn't bearit!"
"My dear," her mother chided, "don't b
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silly! It's a quite wonderful school, know
all over the country. Girls are sent ther
from Chicago and New York, and even
Boston. You'll be with the best girls, thevery nicest"
"That's just it," Honor interrupted
forlornly.
"What do you mean?"
"Girls. Just girls. Oodles and oodles o
nothing but girls. Honestly, Muzzie, I don
hink I couldstand it." She was a large
substantial young creature with a broa
brow and hearty coloring and candid eyes
Her stepfather was sure she would neve
have her mother's beauty, but he wa
almost equally sure that she would neve
need it. He studied her closely and he
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actions and reactions intrigued him. H
aughed, now, and his wife turned mildl
shocked eyes on him.
"Stephen, dear! Don't encourage her i
being queer. I don't like her to be queer.
Mrs. Lorimer was not in the least quee
herself, unless, indeed, it was queer to bstartlingly lovely and girlish an
appealing at forty-one, with a secon
husband and six children. She was not a
especially motherly person except imoments of reproof and then she alway
spoke in a remote third person. "Honor
Mother wants you to be more with girls.
Then, as if to make it clear that she wanot merely advancing a personal whim
"You need to be more with girls."
"Why?"
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"Whywhy because Mother says yo
do." Mrs. Lorimer did not like to argue
She always got out of breath and warm
ooking.
Her daughter dropped on the floor at he
feet. Mrs. Lorimer had small, happy
ooking, lily-of-the-field hands and Honoook one of them between her hard brow
paws and squeezed it. "I know, butwhy
do you say so? I don't know anything abou
girls. Why should I, when I've had eighboy cousins and five boy brothers and"
she gave Stephen Lorimer a brief, friendl
grin"and two boy fathers!" He
stepfather was not really younger than hiwife but he was incurably boyish. The gir
grew earnest. "Please,pretty-please, le
me go to L. A. High! I've counted on it so
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And"she was as intent and free fro
self-consciousness as a terrier at a ra
hole"all the boys I know are going to L
A. High! AndJimsy's going, and he'lneedme!"
Her stepfather laughed again and lighted
cigarette. "She has you there, Mildred. Hwill need her."
"Of course he will." Honor turned
grateful face to him. "I'll have to do all hiEnglish and Latin for him, so he can ge
signed up every week and play football!"
Mrs. Lorimer did not see why he
daughter's finishing need be curtailed b
young James King's athletic activities an
she started in to say so with vigor an
emphasis, but her husband held up his lon
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beautifully modeled hand rather in th
manner of a traffic policeman and stoppe
her.
"Look here, Mildred," he said, "suppos
you and I convene in special session an
consider this thing from all angles an
hen let her know what it comes to,shalwe? Run along, Top Step!"
"All right, Stepper," said the child
relievedly. "You explain it to her." Shwent contentedly away and a moment late
hey heard her robust young voice lifted o
he lawn next door,"Jim-zee! Oh, Jimsy
Come-mawn-out!"
"You see?" Mrs. Lorimer wanted rathe
naccurately to know. "That's what we'v
got to stop, Stephen."
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He smiled. "Butas your eldest offsprin
ust now inquiredwhy?"
"Why?" She lifted her hands and let thefall into her lap again, palm upward, an
regarded him in gentle exasperation
"Stephen, you know, really, sometimes
feel that you are not a bit of help to mwith the children."
"Sometimes you do, I daresay," he granted
her, serenely, "but most of the time youmust be simply starry-eyed with gratitud
over the brilliant way I manage them
Come along over here and we'll talk i
over!" He patted the place beside him ohe couch.
"You mean," said his wife a little sulkily
going, nevertheless, "that you'll talk m
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over!"
"That is my secret hope," said Stephe
Lorimer.t was all quite true. He did manage he
children and their childrenthere wer
hree of eachwith astonishing ease an
success. They amused him, and adore
him. He understood them utterly. Hono
was seven when her own father died an
nine when her mother married againStephen Lorimer would never forget he
first inspection of him. Nursemaids ha
done their worst on the subject o
stepfathers; fairy tales had presented thpattern. He knew exactly what was goin
on in her mind, andquite as earnestl
beneath his persiflage as he had se
himself to woo the widowhe set himsel
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o win her daughter. It was a matter o
moments only before he saw the colo
coming back into her square little face an
he horror seeping out of her eyes. It was matter of days only until she sought hi
out and told him, in her mother's presence
hat she believed she liked him better tha
her first father.
"Honor, dear! Youyou mustn't, really
" Mildred Lorimer insisted wit
herself on being shocked.
"Don'tyou, Muzzie? Don't you like hi
better?" the child wanted persistently t
know. "He was very nice, of course; I didike him awfully. But he was always 'wa
off Down Town ... at The Office. We
didn't have any fun with him. Stepper'
always home. I'm glad we married
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newspaper one this time."
"Stephen, that dreadful name.... What wil
people think?"Her new husband didn't in the least care
He and Honor had gravely considered o
hat first day what they should call eac
other. It seemed to Stephen Lorimer that i
was hardly fair to the gentleman who ha
stayed so largely at The Office to have hi
big little daughter and his tiny sons callinhis successor Father or Dad, andPap
with all its shades and shifts of accent lef
him cold. "Let's see, Honor. 'Stepfather' a
a salutation sounds rather accusingdoesn't it? 'Step-pa,' now, is less austere
but"
"Oh, Stephen, dear!" They were no
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consulting Mrs. Lorimer at all.
"I've got it! It's an inspiration! 'Stepper
eat, crisp, brisk. Means, if any onshould ask you, 'Step-pa' and also
iterally, stepper; a stepper; one who step
into another's place."
"Stephen"
"Well, haven't I, my dear?" He considered
he three young Carmodys, nine, seven
and five. "Steps yourselves, aren't you
Honor's the top step and"
"Oh, Stepper, call me Top Step! I like
hat."
"Right. And Billy's Bottom Step and Ted'
he Tweeny! Now we're all set!"
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"Yes," said Honor, contentedly. She
herded her little brothers out of the roo
and came back alone. "Butwhat'll I tel
people you are?"
"Why, I think," he considered, "you'r
young enough and trusting enough to cal
me A Writer."
"I mean, are you Muzzie's step-husband
oo?"
t was the first time she had seen th
ightness leave his eyes. "No.No. I a
your mothI am her husband. There is n
step there." He got up and walked over t
where his wife was sitting and towere
over her. He was a tall man and he looked
especially tall at that moment. "Her plai
husband. Extremely plain, as i
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happens"he was himself again for a
nstant"buther husband." It seemed t
he child that he had forgotten which on
of them had asked him the question anwas addressing himself to her mother b
mistake. He seemed at once angry an
demanding and anxious, and she had neve
seen her mother so pink. However, hequestion had been answered and she ha
affairs of her own. She went away withou
a backward glance so she did not see he
stepfather drop to his knees beside th
chair and gather the quiet woman roughl
nto his arms, nor hear his insistent voice
"Her husband. Thefirsthusbandsheever had. Say it, Mildred. Say it."
And now Honor was thirteen and a half
and tardily ready for High School, an
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here were three little Lorimers, twins an
a six months' old single. Stephen Lorimer
who had been a singularly footloos
world rover, had settled down securely ihe old Carmody house on South Figuero
Street. He was intensely proud of hi
paternity, personal and vicarious, and too
t not seriously but joyously. He wadramatic critic and special writer for th
eading newspaper of Los Angeles, and
heoretically he worked by night and slep
by day, but as a matter of puzzling fact h
did not sleep at all, unless one counted hi
brief morning naps. His eyes, i
consequence, seemed never to be quitopen, but nothing, nevertheless, escape
hem.
An outsider, looking in on them now, the
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o go to Marlborough. As she hersel
asked and I myself repeated,why?"
"And as I answered you both," said hiwife, trying hard to keep the conversatio
spinning lightly in the air as he did, "it'
because I want her to be more like othe
girls."
"And I," said her husband, "do not." Thi
was the place for Mildred Lorimer to flin
her own why but her husband was toquick for her. "Because she is so muc
finer and sounder and saner and sweete
as she is. Mildred, I have never seen an
iving creature so selfless. What was thword they coined in that play about Mars
'Otherdom?' That's it, yes; otherdom
That's Honor Carmody. She could hav
finished grammar school at twelve, bu
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running after them, slyly or brazenly; no
sitting at home, crimped and primped an
curled, waiting to be run after. No," h
said hotly, getting up and beginning toswallow up the room from wall to wal
with his long strides, "no! With them
Running with them, chin in, chest ou
sound, conditioned, unashamed!" Hbelieved that he meant to write
remendous book, one day, Honor'
stepfather. He often reeled off whol
chapters in his mind, warm and glowing. I
was only when he got it down on pape
hat it cooled and congealed. "Runnin
with them in the racefor the racehis hurtling promenade took him to th
window and he paused for an instant
"Come here, Mildred. Look at her!"
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Mildred Lorimer came to join him. On th
shabby, rusty lawn of the King place, nex
door, all the rustier for its nearness to
heir own emerald turf, sat HonoCarmody and Jimsy King, jointly an
severally lacing up a football.
"Yes, look at her!" said her mother withfeeling.
"Leave her alone, Mildred. Leave he
alive!"
The two children were utterly absorbed
The boy was half a head taller than th
girl, heavier, sturdier, of a startling
beauty. There was a stubborn, muc
reviled wave in his bronze hair and hi
eyes were a dark hazel flecked with black
His skin was bronze, too, bronzed b
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many Catalina summer and winter swim
at Ocean Park. It made his teeth seem ver
white and flashing.
The window was open to the soft Souther
California air, and the voices came acros
o the watchers.
"Holdit!"
"I amholding it!"
A handsome man of forty came up three-shaded street, not quite steadily, and
urned into the King's walk. His hat wa
pulled low over his eyes and the collar o
his coat was turned up in spite of thmildness of the day. He nodded to the bo
and girl as he went past them and on int
he house.
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"Again!" said Mrs. Lorimer, tragically
"That's the second time this week!"
"Rough on the kid," said her husband"See him now."
Jimsy King had turned his head and wa
following his father's slow progress up th
steps and across the porch and into th
house. "Be in in a minute, Dad!" he calle
after him.
"Loyal little beggar. I saw him steerin
him up Broadway one morning, just a
school time. Pluck."
Honor had looked after James King, thelder, too, and then at his son, and then a
he football in her hands again. "Hurr
up," she commanded. "Pull it tighter
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Tighter! Do you call that pulling?
nexorably she got his attention back to th
subject in hand.
"That makes it all the worse," said Mrs
Lorimer. "Of course they're only childre
babies, reallybut I couldn't hav
anything.... It's bad blood, Stephen. couldn't have my child interested in on
of the 'Wild Kings'!"
"Well, you won't have, if you're wise. Leem alone. Let 'em lace footballs on th
front lawn ... and they won't hold hands o
he side porch! Why, woman dear, like the
well-known Mr. Job, the thing you greatlfear you'll bring to pass! Shut her up in
girls' schooleven the best and sanest
and you'll make boys suddenly int
creatures of romance, remote, desirable
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Don't emphasize and underline for her
She's as clean as a star and as unself
conscious as a puppy! Don't hurry her int
what one of those English play-writinchaps callsGranville Barker, isn't it?
Yes,Madras House'the barnyar
drama of sex.... Male and female create
He them ... but men and women are a lonime in the making!'"
The lacing of the football was finished
The boy lifted his head and lookesoberly at the door through which hi
father had entered, not quite steadily. The
he drew a long breath, threw back hi
shining bronze head, said something in ow tone to the girl, and ran into the house
Honor Carmody got to her feet and stoo
ooking after him, the odd mothering loo
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n her square child's face. She stood so fo
ong moments, without moving, and he
mother and her stepfather watched her.
Suddenly Stephen Lorimer flung th
window up as far as it would go an
eaned out.
"It's all right, Top Step," he called
meeting the leaping gladness of he
glance. "We've decided, your mother and
. You're going to L. A. High! You'regoing" but now he dropped his voic
and spoke only for the woman beside him
slipping a penitent and conciliatory ar
about her, his eyes impish, "you're goino run with the boys!"
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CHAPTER II
The "Wild Kings" had lived in their fin
old house ever since the neighborhoo
could remember. The first and probabl
he wildest of them had come out fro
Virginia when Los Angeles was still a
drowsing Spanish village, bringing wit
him an aged and excellent cellar and flock of negro servants. Honor's Carmod
grandmother could remember th
picturesqueness of his entourage, of Jame
King himself, the hard-riding, harddrinking, soft-spoken cavalier with hi
proud, pale wife and his slim, high
stepping horses and his grinning blacks
The general conviction was, Grandmothe
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wife ever gave up or deserted save b
death, and no King wife ever wept on
neighbor's shoulder.
And now they had all wandered back t
Virginia or up to Alaska or down to
Mexico, and there was not an uncle o
cousin of his tribe left in Los Angeles foJimsy King; only his bad, beloved father
coming home at noon in rumpled evenin
dress, but wearing it better and mor
handily, for all that, than any other man ohe block.
t was agreed that there was no chance fo
Jimsy to escape the heritage of his bloodPeople were kind about it, but very firm
"If his mother had lived he might have ha
a chance, the poor boy," Mrs. Lorime
would sigh, "but with that father, and tha
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home life, and that example"
"My dear," said Stephen Lorimer, "can
you see what you are doing? Byyoumean the neighborhood. You are holding
his heredity up like a hoop for him to jump
hrough!"
Honor's stepfather held that there might b
a generous share of the firm-chinne
Scotch mother in Jimsy. Certainly it was
fighting chance; he was living in a day oess warmth and color than his father an
his forbears; there were more outlets fo
his interest and his energy. His father, fo
nstance, had not played football. Jimshad played as soon as he could walk alon
football, baseball, basketball, handball
water polo; life was a hard and tinglin
game to him. "It's an even chance," sai
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Stephen Lorimer, "and if Honor's pallin
with him can swing it, can we square i
with ourselves to take her away fro
him?" He carried his point, as usual, anhe boy and the girl started in at Lo
Angeles High on the same day. Hono
decided on the subjects which Jimsy coul
most safely takethe things he wastrongest in, the weak subjects in whic
she was strong. There was an inexorabl
rule about being signed up by ever
eacher for satisfactory work on Frida
afternoon before a Saturday football game
t was as a law of the Medes and Persians
even the teachers who adored him mosneeds must abide by it. There was n
cajoling any of them; even the pretty
ridiculously young thing who taugh
Spanish maintained a Gibraltar-lik
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firmness.
"You'll simply have to study, Jimsy, that's
all," said Honor."Study, yes, but that's not learning
Skipper!" (She had been that ever sinc
her first entirely seaworthy summer a
Catalina.) "I can study, if I have to, bu
hat's not saying I'll get anything into m
sconce! I'm pretty slow in the head!"
"I know you are," said Honor, sighing. "O
course, you've been so busy with othe
hings. Think what you've done i
athletics!"
"Fast on the feet and slow in the head," h
grinned. "Well, I'll die trying. But you've
got to stand by, Skipper."
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"Of course. I'll do your Latin and Englis
and part of your Spanish."
"Gee, you're a brick.""It's nothing." She dismissed it briefly
"It's my way of doing something, Jimsy
hat's all. It's the only way I can be on th
eam." She glowed pinkly at the thought
"When I sit up on the bleachers and se
you make a touchdown and hear 'em yel
why I'm there! I'm on the team becaus've helped a little to keep you on th
eam! It almost makes up for having to b
a girl. Just for the moment, I'm not sittin
up high, clean and starched and safe; I'on the field, hot and muddy and with m
nose bleeding, doingsomething for L. A.
'm there!"
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Jimsy slapped her on the shoulder like
man and brother. "You're there all th
ime, Skipper! You're there a million!"
He made the first team the first day h
went out to practice. There was n
denying him. He captained the team th
second year and every year until hgraduated, a year late for all his friend'
unwearying toil. As a matter of fact the
did not make a special effort to get hi
hrough on time; the team needed him, thsquad needed him, L. A. needed him. I
was more like a college than a Hig
School in those days, with its numbers an
ts spirit, that strong, intangible evidencof things not seen. There was somethin
about it, a concentrated essence of Jims
King and hundreds of lesser Jimsy Kings
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You can't beat L. A. High!
Use your team to get up steam
ut you can't beat L. A. High!
t rolled out over the football field an
echoed away in the soft Souther
California air. It was gay, inexorable; you
couldn't beat L. A. High, field obleachers.
Stephen Lorimer never missed a game
His wife went once and never again.
"I suppose I am too sensitive," she said
"but I can't help it. It's the way I'm made.
simply cannot endure seeing anything s
brutal. I can't understand those young girl
.. and the mothers!" Two of her own
were on the second team, now, but sh
never saw them play, and they came in th
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back way, after games and practice
sneaking up to Honor's room with thei
black eyes and their gory noses for he
capable first aid. She was not oneMildred Lorimer, into whose blood
something of the iron had entered. He
boys bewildered her as they grew an
oughened out of baby fiber. She was ittle unhappy about it, but she was mor
beautiful than she had ever been in he
ife, and freer, with the last little Lorime
shifting sturdily for himself and his fathe
more in love with her than ever. She had
more or less resigned her activ
motherhood to him. The things she mighhave done for Honor, the selection of he
frocks and hats, the color scheme of he
room, her parties, the girl at seventeen di
efficiently for herself. Her childis
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squareness of face and figure wa
rounding out rather splendidly and she ha
a sure and dependable sense of what t
wear. Her things were good in line andcolor, smartly simple. She had thic
braids of honey-colored hair wound roun
her head; her brow was broad and calm
her gray eyes serene; she had a fresh anhearty color. Stephen Lorimer believed
hat she had a voice. She sang like one o
he mocking birds in her garden, joyously
radiantly, riotously, and her stepfather
who knew amazingly many great persons
persuaded a famous artist to hear he
when she gave her concert in Los Angeles"Yes," she said, nodding her head, "it is a
voice. It is a voice. A little teaching, yes
his Barrett woman who was once m
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pupil, she will be safe with her. Not too
much; not too much singing. Finish you
school, my little one. Then you shall com
over to me for a year, yes? We shall seewhat we shall see!" She patted her chee
and sent her out of the room ahead o
Stephen.
"Well?" he wanted to know.
"But yes, a voice, as I have said. Send he
o me when her schooling is over."
"She has a future?"
The great contralto shrugged her thic
shoulders. "I fear not. I think not."
His face lengthened. "Why?"
"Because, my friend, she will care mor
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for living. She will not care so greatly t
et, that large child. She will onlygive
She has not the fine relentless selfishnes
o make the artist. Well, we shall see. Lifemay break her. Send her to me. In two
years, yes? No, no, I will have no thanks
t is so small a thing to do.... One grow
fat and old; it is good to have youngnesnear. Now, go, my friend. I shall gargle
my throat and sleep." She gave him a ho
plump hand to kiss.
Honor was not especially impressed. Sh
rather thought, when the time came, sh
should prefer to go to Stanford, but sh
iked her music lessons, meanwhile. Ifilled up her time, the business of singing
n that last year when she was more o
ess marking time and helping Jims
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hrough.
Her stepfather watched her with growin
amazement. So far as any one might judgeand to Mrs. Lorimer's tearful relief
Honor's attitude toward the last of th
"Wild Kings" was at seventeen what i
had been at twelve, at six.
"I was right, wasn't I?" Stephen wanted t
know.
"Well ... if you can only keep on being
right about it! I'm so thankful about he
singing. That year abroad will b
wonderful. She'll meet new people ... rea
men."
"Young Jimsy is exhibiting every known
symptom of becoming a real man."
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uncheons and from luncheons to teas, an
a rough and ready seven-passenger affai
nto which the whole tribe might be piled
and which Honor Carmody drove bettehan her stepfather, who was apt to drea
at the wheel. On Sundays Stephen Lorime
ook them all, Jimsy, Honor, Billy and Te
Carmody, the Lorimer twins and the lasittle Lorimer, on motor picnics to th
beach. They drove to Santa Monica, dow
he Palisades, up the narrow, winding
wave-washed road to the Malibou Ranc
and built a fire and broiled chops an
made coffee and baked potatoes, afte
heir swim, ate like refugees and slept likpuppies on the sand. In the afternoon
when they came back to the gracious ol
house in its wide garden on Sout
Figueroa Street Mildred Lorimer woul
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be waiting, in a frock he loved, to give he
husband his tea, cool, lovely, remote fro
he rougher fun of life.
n the eveningsSunday evenings
Honor held her joyous At Homes. Thre
or four favored girls and a dozen boy
came to supper, a loud, hilarious mealTakasugi, the cook, and Kada, the second
boy, were given their freedom. Honor, in
he quaint aprons her stepfather ha
picked up here and there over the worldpink, capable, with the assistance of Jims
and her biggest brothers, got supper.
t was a lively feast. Jimsy King, in one oKada's white jackets, waited on the table
They ate enormously, and when they had
finished they pronounced their ungodl
gracea thunderous tattoo on the tabl
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Some way, with the deep wisdom of boys
he knew, better than she could, that th
young Burke person was better on th
field than in the drawing-room. There wanothing snobbish in their gatherings
shabby boys came, girls who had mad
heir own little dimity dresses. It was th
ntangible, inexorable caste of the besboyhood, and Honor knew, comfortably
hat her particular King could do n
wrong.
The rooting section had a special yell fo
Jimsy, when he had sped down the field to
a touchdown or kicked a difficult goal. I
followed the regular High School yelhair-lifting in its fierceness:
King! King! King!
K-I-N-G, King!
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G-I-N-K, Gink!
He's the King Gink!
He's the King Gink!
He's the King Gink!K-I-N-G, King! KING!
and Honor utterly agreed with them.
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CHAPTER III
The house across the street from th
Carmody place was suddenly sold. Peopl
were curious and a little anxious. Ever
one on that block had been there for
generation or so; there was a sense o
permanence about them alleven th
Kings.
"Eastern people," said Mrs. Lorimer. "A
mother, rather delicate-looking, and on
son, eighteen or nineteen I should say
He's frail-looking, too, and he limps
ittle. I imagine they're very nice
Everything about them"her magazin
reading had taken her quite reasonably t
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a front window the day the newcomers
furniture was uncrated and carried i
"seems very nice." She hoped, if i
developed that they really were desirablhat they would be permanent. Lo
Angeles was coming to have such
floating population....
Honor and Jimsy observed the boy fro
across the street, a slim, modish person
"Gee," said Jimsy, "it must be fierce to b
ame!to have your body notnot dwhat you tell it to! I wonder what h
does? He can't do anything, can he?" Hi
eyes were deep with honest pity.
"Oh, I suppose he sort of fills in wit
other things," Honor conceded. "I expec
f people can't do the things that coun
most, they go in for other things. He seem
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"All right. Come in afterward and tell m
what you think of him."
He nodded and swung off across thstreet. It was an hour before he came back
glowing. "Gee, Skipper, I'm strong for tha
kid! Name's Van Meter, Carter Van Meter
He's got a head on him, that boy! He'been everywhere and seen everything
hree times abroadCanada, Mexico
You ought to hear him talknot a bit up
stagy, no side at all, but interesting! asked him for supper, Sunday night. You'l
be crazy about himall the bunch will!
Thus Jimsy King on the day Carter Van
Meter limped into his life; thus Jimsy Kinhrough the years which followed
worshiping humbly the things he did no
have in himself, belittling his own gifts
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enlarging his own lacks, glorifying hi
friend. He had never had a deeply intimat
boy friend before; the team was his friend
he squad; Honor had sufficed for a neareie. It was to be different, now; a sharing
She was to resent a little in the beginning
before she, too, came under the spell o
he boy from the East.
Mrs. Lorimer came smiling back from he
call. "Verynice," she told her husband an
her daughter, "really charming. And hehings are quite wonderful ... rare rugs .
portraits of ancestors. A widow. Here fo
her health, and the boy's health; he's neve
been strong. All she has in the world .wrapped up in him. Very Eastern!"sh
aughed at the memory. "She said, 'And
from what part of the East do you come
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Mrs. Lorimer?' When I said I was bor
here in Los Angeles she almost gasped
and then she flushed and said, 'Oh, really
s it possible? But I met some people oshipboard, oncethe time before las
when I was crossingwho were natives
and they were quitedelightful.'"
"The word 'native' intrigues them," sai
Stephen, drawing off her long, limp sued
gloves and smoothing them. "I daresa
she'll be looking for war whoops anomahawks. And if it comes to that, w
can furnish the former, especially Sunda
night."
"Muzzie, did you meet the boy?" Hono
wanted to know.
"Yes. He came in for tea with us. A
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beautifully mannered boy. Very much a
ease. We must have him here, Honor."
"Yes, Jimsy's already asked him foSunday night, Muzzie. Jimsy likes him."
"Well, he may. He has a something ...
don't know what it is, exactly, but he wil
be good for all of you."
"We'll be good for him, too," said he
daughter, calmly. "It must be fearfully dul
for him, not knowing any one, and bein
ame."
He came to supper, a trim young glass o
fashion, and it was he, the stranger, whowas entirely at his ease, and the "bunch,
he gay, accustomed bunch, which was
ittle shy and constrained. Jimsy stoo
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sponsor for him and Honor was an earnes
hostess. He said he enjoyed himself
certainly he made himself gently agreeabl
o Mrs. Lorimer, to the girls. Honor'stepfather observed him with his undyin
curiosity. He was a plain boy with a loo
of past pain in his colorless face,
shadowed bitterness in his eyes, a droopat the corners of his mouth when he wa
not speaking. For all his two motor car
and his rare old rugs and the portraits o
ancestors and his idolized only sonship
ife had clearly withheld from him th
hings he had wanted most. There was
baffled imperiousness about him, Stephedecided.
"A clever youngster," he told his wife
watching him from across the room
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"Brains. But I don't like him."
"Stephen! Why not?"
He shook his head. "I don't know yet. But know. I had a curious sense, as he cam
imping into the room to-night, of 'Ente
he villain.'"
"My dear,that poor, frail boy, with his
ovely, gentle manners!"
"I know. It does sound rather piffleDaresay I'm wrong. The kids will size hi
up."
When Carter Van Meter came to tell hihostess good-by, he smiled winningly
"This has been very jolly, Mrs. Lorimer. I
was good of you to let me come. Mothe
asked me to say how much sh
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appreciated it. But"he hesitated"Ma
come in some afternoon whenjust yo
and Miss Honor are here?" He looke
wistful, and frailer at the end of thevening than he had at the beginning.
"Of course you may, my dear boy!" Mrs
Lorimer gave him the glory of her speciasmile. "Come soon!"
He came the next day but one, and as he
mother was at a bridge afternoon it waHonor who entertained him. She had jus
come home from High School and sh
wore a middy blouse and a short skirt an
ooked less than her years. "Let's sit in thgarden, shan't we?I hate being indoors
minute more than I can help!" She led th
way across the green, springy lawn to th
ittle rustic building over which the vivi
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Bougainvilla climbed and swarmed, an
he followed at his halted pace. "Besides
we can see Jimsy from here when h
comes by from football practice, and calhim in. I just didn't happen to go to watc
practice to-day, and now"she smiled a
him,"I'm glad I didn't." There wa
something intensely pitiful about this lao her mothering young heart, for all hi
poise and pride.
He waited gravely until she haestablished herself on a bench before h
sat. "Tell me about this fellow King
Every one seems very keen about him."
Honor leaned back and took a serge-cla
knee between two tanned hands. "Well,
don't know how to begin! He'swell, he'
ust Jimsy King, that's all! But it's mor
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han any other boy in the world."
"You're great friends, aren't you?"
"Jimsy and I? I should say we are! We'veknown each other ever sincewel
before we could walk or talk! Our nurse
used to take us out together in our buggies
We were born next doorin these two
houses, on the same day. Jimsy's just abou
an hour older than I am!"
"I have never had many friends," sai
Carter Van Meter. "I've been moving
about so much, traveling ... other thing
have interfered." He never referred
directly or indirectly, to his ill health o
his limp.
"Well, you can have all you want now,
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said Honor, generously. "And Jimsy like
you!" She bestowed that like a decoration
"Honestly, I never knew him to take such
fancy to any one before in all his life. Hikes every one, you know,I mean, h
never dislikes anybody, but he never get
crushes. So, it means something to hav
him keen about you. If he's for youeverybodywill be for you."
"Why do people like him so?"
"Can't help it," said Honor, briefly. "Even
eachers. He's not terribly clever a
school, and of course he doesn't have a
much time to study as some do, but theachers are all keen about him. The
know what he is. I expect that's wha
counts, don't you? Not what people have
or do, or know; what they are. Why, on
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ime I happened to be in the Vice
Principal's office about something, and i
was a noontime, and there was a wil
rough-house down in the yard. Honestlyyou couldn't hear yourself think! Th
Principalhe was a new man, just com
kept looking out of the window, and
getting more and more nervous, and finallhe said, 'Shouldn't we stop that, Mrs
Dalton?' And she looked out and laughed
and said, 'Jimsy King's in it, and he'll stop
t before we need to notice it!' That'swha
eachers think of him, and the boys
believe they'd cut up into inch pieces fo
him.""I suppose it's a good deal on account o
his football. He's on the team, isn't he?
His eyes disdained teams.
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"On the team? He isthe team! Captain las
year and this,and next! Wait till you see
him play. He's the fastest full back we'v
ever had, since anybody can rememberThere'll be a game Saturday. We play
Redlands. Will you come, and sit wit
Stepper and me?"
"Thanks. I don't care very much for
he stopped, held up by the growing amaz
n her face. "Yes, I'd like very much to go
with you and Mr. Lorimer. I don't caremuch about watching games where I don
know the people"he retrieved an
amended his earlier sentence"but you'l
explain everything to me."
She grinned. "I'm afraid I won't be ver
nice about talking to you. I get simpl
wild, at games. I'm right down there, in it
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've never gotten over not being a boy! Bu
Jimsy's wonderful about letting me hav
as much share in it as I can. You'll hear al
sorts of tales about him, when you come tknow people,plays he's made an
games he's won, and how he never, neve
oses his head or his temper, no matte
what the other team does. If we shoulever have another war, I expect he'd be
great general." Her face broke into mirt
again at a memory. "Once, we wer
playing Pomonaimagine a high schoo
playing a college and beating them!an
somebody was out for a minute, and Jims
was standing waiting, with his armfolded across his chest, and he had on
head guard, and it was very still, an
suddenly a girl's voice piped up'Oh
doesn't he look just like Napoleon?' He'
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never heard the last of it; it fusses hi
awfully. I never knew anybody so modest
suppose it's because he's always bee
he leader, the head of things, ever sinche started kindergarten. He's used to it; i
seems just natural to him."
The new boy shifted his position uneasily
Honor thought perhaps he was suffering
his face looked pinched. "Shall we go i
he house? Would you be more comf"she caught herself up"perhaps you're no
used to being out of doors all the time
Eastern people find this glaring su
iresome sometimes."
"It's very nice here. You go to Lo
Angeles High School, too?" He didn't car
about changing his position but he wante
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ntensely to change the subject, even if h
had started it by his query. "Odd, isn't it
hat you don't go to a girls' school?"
Honor laughed. "That's what Muzzi
hinks. She did want me to go, but I didn
want to, and Steppermy stepfather, yo
know,stood up for me. I never likedgirls very much when I was little. I d
now, of course. I've two or three gir
friends who are wonders. I adore them
But I still like boys best. I suppose"hsaw that her mind came back like a needl
o the pole"it's on account of Jimsy
Wait till you really know him! You will
be just the same. Honestly, he's thbravest, gamest person in the world
Once, a couple of years ago, Steppe
noticed that he was limping, and he mad
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bandages off the leg and all the boys an
eachers wrote their autographs an
sentiments on the cast. He called it hi
Social Register and his Guest Book!Honor was too happily deep in he
reminiscences to see that her new frien
was a little bored.
He got suddenly to his feet. "Yes. He mus
be an unusual fellow. But I'd like to hea
you sing. Won't you come into the house
and sing something for me?"
"All right," said Honor. "I love to sing, bu
haven't studied very much yet, and
haven't any decent songs. Why doesnsomebody write some?Songs abou
something? Not just maudling along abou
heart' and 'part' and that kind of stuff
Come on! There's Stepper at the pian
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now. He'll play for me."
t was mellow in the long living-roo
after the brazen afternoon sun outside, ivable, lovable room. Stephen Lorime
had an open book on the music rack and h
was thumping some rather stirring chords
"Stepper," said Honor, "here's Carter Van
Meter, and he wants me to sing for him
and I was just saying how I hated all thes
mushy old songs. Can't you find msomething different?"
"I have," said her stepfather. "I've got th
words here and I'm messing about fo
some music to go with them."
Honor looked out as she passed th
window on her way to the piano. "Wait a
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minute! Here's Jimsy! I'll call him!" Sh
sped to the door and hailed him, and h
came swiftly in. "Hello! How wa
practice?"
"Fair. Burke was better. Tried him on the
end. 'Lo, Mr. Lorimer. 'Lo, Carter!"
"I've got a poem here you'll all like," sai
Stephen Lorimer. "No, you needn't shuffl
your feet, Jimsy. It's your kind. Sit down
all of you. I'll read it."
"So long as it hasn't got any 'whate'ers
and yestereves' and 'beauteous,'" the las
King grinned. "Shoot!"
"It's an English thing, by Henry Newbolt
about cricket, but that doesn't matter. It'
he thing itself. I may not have the word
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smoke:
The River of Death has brimmed his
banks;
And England's far, and Honor a name,But the voice of a school boy rallies the
ranks
Play up! Play up! andPlay the Game!
His own voice shook a little on the las
ine and he was a trifle amused at hi
emotionalism. He tried to bring th
moment sanely back to the commonplace"Corking for a song, Top Step. I'll hamme
out some chords ... doesn't need much.
He looked again through the strangel
charged atmosphere of the quiet room, ahe three big children. Jimsy King was o
his feet, shaken out of the serene insolenc
of his young stoicism, his hands openin
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and shutting, swallowing hard, and Honor
he boy-girl, Jimsy's sturdy Skipper, wa
crying, frankly, unashamed, unaware, th
ears welling up out of her wide eyesrolling down her bright cheeks. Onl
Carter Van Meter sat as before, a little
withdrawn, a little aloof, in the shadow.
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CHAPTER IV
When they told Marcia Van Meter (Mrs
Horace Flack) that her little boy woul
always be lame, that not one of the grea
surgeon-wizards on either side of th
Atlanticnot all the king's horses and al
he king's men could ever weight o
wrench or force the small, thin left ledown to the length of the right, she vowe
o herself that she would make it up t
him. She was a pretty thing, transparentl
frail and ethereal-looking, who haalways projected herself passionately int
he lives of those about herher father'
and mother'sthe young husband's wh
had died soon after her son was born
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She spent herself untiringly for him,
playmates, gifts, tutors, journeys. He
happiest moments were those in which h
said, "Mother, I'd like one of thoswireless jiggers,"or a new saddle
horse, or a new roadsterand she wa
able to answer, "Dearest, I'll get it fo
you! Mother'll get it for you to-morrow!"
But the days when she could spel
omnipotence for him were fading away
He wanted now, increasingly, thingbeyond her gift. He was a clever boy
proud, poised. He learned early to wear
mask of indifference about his lameness
o affect a coolness for sports whiccame, eventually, to be genuine. H
studied easily and well; he could talk wit
a brilliancy beyond his years. He learne
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"I don't know," he said, moodily, "but a
any rate they haven't done it."
Jimsy King was goingby the grace ohis own frantic eleventh hour efforts an
his teachers' clemency and Hono
Carmodyto graduate. Barrin
calamities, he would possess a diploma iFebruary. Honor was tremendousl
earnest about it; Carter, to whom learnin
came as easily as the air he breathed
faintly amused. She thought, sometimesfor brief, traitorous moments, that Carte
wasn't always good for Jimsy.
"You see," she explained to her stepfather"Carter doesn't realize how hard Jims
has to grind for all he gets. Even now
Stepper, after being here a year, he
actually doesn't realize the importance o
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Jimsy's getting signed up to play. It's
strange thing, with all his cleverness, bu
he doesn't, and he's always taking Jims
out on parties and rides and things, and hgets behind in everything. I think I'll jus
have to speak to him about it."
He nodded. "That's a good idea, Top StepDo that."
She grew still more sober. "Another thing
Stepper ... aboutabout Mr. King'srouble. Of course, you and I have neve
believed that Jimsy hadto inherit it, hav
we?"
"No. Not if people let him alone. His life
his training, his environment, are ver
differentmore wholesome, vital. Th
energy which his grandfather and hi
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uncles and his father had to find a vent fo
n cards and drink Jimsy's sweated out i
athletics."
"Yes. Butjust the sameisn't it bette
for Jimsy to keep away fromfrom thos
hings?"
"Naturally. Better for anybody."
She sighed. "Carter doesn't think so. H
says the world is full of itJimsy mus
earn to be near it and let it alone."
"That's true, in a sense, T. S...."
"I know. Butsometimes I think Cartedeliberately takes Jimsy places totes
him. Of course he thinks he's doing righ
but it worries me."
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chancesjust as any other fellowjust a
must."
"Oh, but, Carter, you know you're strongand"
Suddenly his pale face was stung with ho
color. "Honor," he leaned forward, "you
hink I'm strong, in any way? You don'
consider me anutter weakling?"
She looked with comprehendin
enderness at his crimson face. "Why
Carter, dear! You know I've never though
you that! There are more ways of being
being strong thanthan just with muscle
and bones!"
He reached out and took one of her firm
anned hands in his, and she had neve
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seen him so winningly wistful, s
wistfully winning. "I thought," he said
very low, "that was the only kind o
strength that counted with you. ThenI dcount with you, Honor? I do?"
She was a little startled, a little frightened
wholly uncomfortable. There wasomething in Carter's voice she didn
understand ... something she didn't want t
understand. She pulled her hand away an
managed her boyish grin. "Of course yodo,goose! And you'll count more i
you'll help me to look after Jimsy an
have him graduate on time!" She got up
quickly as her stepfather came into throom, and Carter went home, crossing th
street with the rather pathetic arrogance o
his halting gait, his head held high, tilted
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ittle back, which gave him the expressio
of looking down on a world of swif
striders.
He found his mother reading before a low
fire. "Well, dearest?" She smiled up a
him, yearningly.
He stood looking down at her, his fac
working. "Mother, I want Hono
Carmody."
"Carter!"
"I want Honor Carmody." He rode ove
her murmured protests. "I know I'm onl
nineteen. I know I'm too youngshe's toyoung. I'd expect to wait, of course. Bu
I want her."
Marcia Van Meter's heart cried out to he
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o say again as she had said all through hi
ittle-boy days, "Dearest, Mother'll get he
for you! Mother'll get her for you to
morrow!" But instead her gaze went dowo the page she had been reading ... the las
scene in "Ghosts," where Oswald Alvin
says:
"Mother, give me the sun! The sun!! The
Sun!!!" She shivered and shut the boo
with emphasis and threw it on a near-b
chair. She spoke brightly, reassuringly"I'm sure she's devoted to you, dear. You
are the best of friends, and that's enoug
for the present, isn't it?"
"No."
"Dearest, you've said yourself that yo
realize you're too young for anythin
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serious, yet. Why can't you wai
contentedly, until"
"There's some one else. There's Jimsy.""Carter, I'm sure they're like brother and
sister. They have been playmates all thei
ives. That sort of thing rarely merges int
romance."
"Doesn't it?" His voice was seeking
hungry. "Honestly?"
"Veryrarely, dear, believe me!" She sped
o comfort him. "Besides, her people, he
mother, would never want anything of tha
sort ... the taint in his blood ... threputation of his family.... Mrs. Lorime
says they've always been called the 'Wild
Kings.' Of course Jimsy seems quite al
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School, champion of Southern California
was to meet Greenmount, the norther
champion, and nothing else in the worl
mattered very much to her and to Jimsy.
"It's so perfect, Carter, to have it come in
Jimsy's last year,to win the Stat
Championship for L. A. just before heaves."
"Sure of winning?"
"It will be pretty stiff going. They'r
awfully good, Greenmount. Not as good a
we are, on the whole, but they've got
punterGridleywho's a perfect wizard
f they can get within a mile of our goal
he can put it over! Butwe've got to win
We've simply got toand 'You can't bea
L. A. High!'"
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He came in grinning a few nights befor
he championship game. "Say, Skipper
what do you think they gave me on tha
essay? AB. A measlyB. Made me so sordarn near told 'em who wrote it!"
"Jimsy! You wrote it yourself, really.
ust smoothed it up a little."
"Yep, just a little! Well, either they're
wise, or they just figured it couldn't be
op-notcher if I'd written it!" He cashimself on the couch. "Gee, Skipper,
can't work to-night! I'm a dying man! Tha
dinner Carter bought me last night"
"Jimsy! You didn'tbreak training?"
"No. But I skated pretty close to the edge
You know, it's funny, but when I'm ou
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with Carter I feel like such a boob, no
daring to eat this or that, or smoke oro
anything." Heresy this, from the thre
years' captain of L. A. High who hadnever considered any sacrifice worth
murmur which kept him fit for the rea
business of life. "Somehow, he's so keen
he makes me wish I had more in my heaandand less in my heels! You know
what I mean, Skipper. He does make m
ook like a simp, doesn't he?"
"No," said Honor, definitely. "Why
Jimsy, you're a million times bigge
person than Carter. Everybody knows that
nowingthings isn't everythingknowinwhat to wear and how to order meals a
he Alexandria and reading all the new
books and having been to Europe. Thos
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hings just fill in for him; they make up
ittlefor the things you've had."
"Do you mean that, Skipper? Is thastraight?"
"Of course, Jimsycross my heart!" I
was curious, the way she was having t
comfort Jimsy for not being Carter, and
Carter for not being Jimsy.
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CHAPTER V
t rained the day of the game. It had bee
sulking and threatening for twenty-fou
hours, and Honor wakened to the sound o
a sluicing downpour. She ran to he
window, which looked out on the garden
The long leaves of the banana tree wer
flapping wetly and the Bougainvilla ohe summerhouse looked soaked an
sodden. Somewhere a mocking bird wa
singing deliriously, making his tuneful fu
of the weather. Honor went down tobreakfast with a sober face.
They had a house-guest, a friend of he
stepfather's, an Englishwoman, a novelis
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She was a brisk, ruddy-skinned creature
with crisp sentences and sturdy legs i
hick stockings, and she was taking a kee
nterest in American sport. "Oh, I say,she greeted Honor, "isn't this bad for you
match?"
"Yes, Miss Bruce-Drummond, it is. Wewere hoping for a dry field. They're mor
used to playing in the mud than we are
But it'll be all right."
"I'm fearfully keen about it.No, than
youmy mother was Scotch, you see, an
don't take sugar to my porridge. Salt
please!" She turned to Stephen Lorimer"I've been meaning to ask you what yo
hink of Arnold Bennett over here?"
Honor's stepfather flung himself zestfull
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nto the discussion. He liked cleve
women and he knew a lot of them, but h
had been at some pains not to marry one
Mildred Lorimer, beside the shinincopper coffee percolator, looked a lovel
Vesta of the hearth and home.
Honor wished she might take a pleat in thfore-noon. She didn't see how she wa
going to get through the hours betwee
breakfast and the time to start for th
game. It was a relief to see Jimsy cominacross the lawn at ten o'clock. She ran ou
o meet him.
"Hello, Jimsy!"
"'Lo, Skipper. Isn't this weather th
deuce?"
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"Beastly, but it doesn't really matter
We're certain to" she broke off and
ooked closely at him. "Jimsy, what's th
matter?"
"Oh ... nothing."
"Yes, there is! Come on in the house
There's no one home. Stepper's drivin
M i s s Bruce-Drummond and Muzzie'
being marcelled." She did not speak agai
until they were in the living room. "Nowell me."
"Whyit's nothing, really. Feeling kind o
seedy, that's all. Didn't have much sleep."
"Jimsy! You didn'tyou weren't out with
Carter?"
"Just for a little while. We went to a
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Movie. Coach told us tokeep our mind
off the game. But I was home and in th
house at nine-thirty. It wasDad. H
came in about midnight. II didn't go tbed at all."
"Oh...." Her eyes yearned over him, ove
hem both. "Jimsy, I'm so terribly sorry. Ihehow is he now?"
"Sleeping. I guess he'll sleep all day. Ge
I wish I could!" His young face lookegray and strained.
The girl drew a long breath. "Jimsy
you've got to sleep now. You've got to pu
tyou've got to put your father away
out of your mind. You don't belong to him
o-day; you belong to the team; you belon
o L. A.... No matter what's happening to
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ou, you've got to do your bestand
and beyour best."
"If I can," he said, haggardly."Lie down on the couch."
"Oh, I don't want to lie down, Skipper
'll just"
"Lie down on the couch, Jimsy!" Sh
herded him firmly to the couch, tucked
soft, flat pillow under his head, threw ight afghan over him. Then she opened
window wide to the wet sweet air an
drew the other shades down, and came t
sit on the floor beside him, talking all thime, softly, lazily, about the English lady
novelist who didn't take sugar "to" he
porridge ... about the giddy mocking bird
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singing in the rain ... about a new boo
which Carter thought was wonderful an
which she couldn't see through at all .
until his quick, burdened breathing yieldeo a long relaxing sigh like that of a tire
puppy, and the hope of L. A. High and the
ast of the "Wild Kings" slept. Sh
mounted rigid guard over him for threhours, banishing the returned stepfathe
and house-guest, keeping her noisy littl
brothers at bay. She had ordered a strictl
raining-table luncheon for one o'clock fo
her charge, and while the clock wa
striking the hour Kada brought the tray
Jimsy was still sleeping. Honor looked ahim, hesitating, then she ran to the pian
and struck her stepfather's rousing chord
and began to sing:
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There's a breathless hush in the Close to-
night,
Ten to make and the match to win
At the first line he stirred, at the second h
rubbed his eyes, and at the third he wa
sitting up and listening. She swung into th
finish, and as always, it ran away wither. She had never gotten over the firs
choking thrill at the words:
Play up! Play up! andPlay theGame!
Jimsy King came to stand beside her. Hi
hair was mussed and his face flushed, an
here was a sleep-crease on one cheek, bu
his eyes were clear and steady. "It's O. K
Skipper," he said. "I can. I'm going to.
will."
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Carter Van Meter drove Honor and
Stephen Lorimer and Miss Bruce
Drummond in his newest car and the fou
of them sat together on the edge of throoting section.
t was still raining a little, teasingly
reluctant to leave off altogether, and thfield was a batter of mud. The rootin
section of L. A. High was damp bu
undaunted. The yell leaders, vehemen
piercingly vocal, conducted them inthunderous challenges:
li beebo! Ali by-bo!
li beebo by-bo bum!Catch 'em in a rat trap,
ut 'em in a cat trap,
Catch 'em in a cat trap,
ut 'em in a rat trap!
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li beebo! Ali by-bo!
li beebo by-bo bum!
The bleachers rocked and creaked answayed with the rhythm of it. "My word!
said Miss Bruce-Drummond. She listene
fascinatedly to their deafening repertoire
Greenmount's supporters, a rather forlorittle group of substitutes, with the coac
and trainer and a teacher or two, and
pert fox terrier wearing their colors on hi
collar, elicitated a brief, passing pity froHonor. They looked strange and
friendless, these smart Northern prep
schoolers. The L. A. rooter
conscientiously gave their opponents' yeland received a spatter of applause. Th
ortherners trotted out on the field an
were hospitably cheered.
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"There, Stepper," said Honor, tensely
"that's Gridleythe tallest one,see
Last on the right?"
"So, that's the boy with the beamish boot
eh?"
"Yes. He mustn't get a chance. He
mustn't."
Miss Bruce-Drummond looked at he
friend's stepdaughter. "You're frightfully
keen about it, aren't you?"
"Yes," said Honor, briefly.
"I daresay I shall find it very differenfrom Rugby, but I expect I shall be able to
follow it if you'll explain a bit."
Honor did not answer. She was standin
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up, yelling with all the strength of her lust
young lungs, as the Southern champion
came out. Then the rooting section mad
everything that they had said and donbefore seem like a lullaby; it seemed t
he Englishwoman she had never know
here could be such noise. Her hea
hummed with it:
King! King! King!
K-I-N-G, King!
G-I-N-K, Gink!He's the King Gink!
He's the King Gink!
He's the King Gink!
K-I-N-G, King! KING!
Honor sat down again, her fists clenched
her lower lip between her teeth. If only i
were time to begin ... time for the kick-off
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voice of Miss Bruce-Drummond, "that
quite understand what a 'down' is. Would
you mind explaining it to me?"
"Why," said Honor, without turning he
head, "they have three downs in which t
make" she was on her feet again
screaming, "Come on! Come on! Comeoh"
Jimsy King, with the mud-smeared bal
under his arm, had made fifteen preciouyards before he was tackled. He was up i
a flash, wiping the mud off his face
grinning. The rooters split the soft ai
asunder.
Stephen Lorimer looked at Honor and a
Carter Van Meter. He always felt sorry
for the boy at a game; he looked paler an
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frailer than ever in contrast with the heart
young savages on the field, and he wa
never able really to give himself to th
agony and wild joy of it.
Honor forced herself to sit still, he
elbows on her knees, her hot face proppe
on her clenched hands. They were playinbetter now, all of them, but it wasn
brilliant football; it couldn't be. It woul
be a battle of dogged endurance.
"I say, my dear, is that a down?" th
English novelist wanted to know.
"Yes," said Honor, patiently. "That's a
down, and now there'll be another becaus
hey have" again she cut short he
explanation and caught hold of he
stepfather's arm. "Stepper! Look! Gridley
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sn't playing!"
He stared. "Really, Top Step? Why, they
surely""I tell you he isn't playing. See,there h
s, on the side-lines, in the purpl
sweater!"
"Well, so much the better for L. A.," said
Carter, easily.
Honor shook her head. "I don't understant." She began, oddly, to feel hersel
enveloped in a fog of depression, o
foreboding. Again and again her eyes lef
he play to rest unhappily on the silenfigure in the purple sweater. Jimsy wa
playing well; every man on the team wa
playing well; but they were not gaining
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Jimsy King, on whose heels were alway
he wings of Mercury, could not get up
speed in that mud,a brief flash, no more
She began to bargain with the gods of thgridiron; at first she had been concerne
with scoring in the first five minutes o
play; then she had remodeled her petitio
.. to score in the first half. Now, hehroat dry, she was aching with the fear o
being scored upon ... counting the minute
yet to play, speeding them in her heart. I
was raining hard again. The rootin
section, in spite of the frantic effort of th
hoarse yell leaders, was slowing down
What was it?The rain? The mud? WaJimsy not himself, not the King Gink? Wa
his heart with his father in the darkene
room in the old King house?
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"Of course, I'm not up on this at all, bu
'm rather afraid your young friends ar
getting the worst of it, my dear!" said Mis
Bruce-Drummond, cheerily.
"It's the longest first half I ever saw in m
ife," said Honor, between clenched teeth
"Ah, yes,I daresay it does seem so t
you, but I expect they keep the time ver
carefully, don't you?" She looked the gir
over interestedly. "The psychology of thisort of thing is ver-r-ry entertaining," sh
said to Stephen Lorimer.
"Less than five minutes, T. S.," said he
stepfather, comfortingly.
"You know, I'm afraid you'll think me
fearfully dull," said the Englishwoman
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conversationally, "but I'm still not quit
clear about a 'down.' Would you min
elling me the next time they do one?Jus
when it begins, and when it ends?"
"One's ended now," said Honor, bitterly
"and we've lost the ball,on our twent
yard line. We've lost the ball."
"Ah, well, my dear, I daresay you'll soo
get it back!"
Honor sprang to her feet with a cry whic
made people turn and look at her. "Loo
here!Look!See what they're doing?" On
of the Greenmount players had been calle
out by the coach and had splashed his wa
o the side-lines, to be patted wetly on th
back and wrapped in a damp blanket. Tha
was well enough. That was the usua
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hing. But the unusual, the astounding thin
was that two of the Greenmount team ha
slopped to the side-lines and picked u
Gridley, divested now of his purplsweater, bodily, in their arms, and carried
him, dry-shod, over the slithering mud
Honor gave a gasping moan. "I knew....
There was a dead, sick silence on thbleachers. The rain sluiced down
Somewhere in a near-by garden anothe
giddy mocking bird sang deliriously in th
stillness. Tenderly as two nurses with a
sick man, the bearers set Gridley down
Slowly, solemnly, he stepped off the
distance to the quarter back; briskly, buwith dreadful thoroughness, the men wh
had carried him wiped the mud from hi
feet with a towel and took their places t
defend him from the wild-eyed L. A. men
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poised, breathless, menacing. There was
muttering roar from the bleachers
hoarsely pleading, commanding"Block
hat-kick!Block-that-kick! Block-ThatKick!" The kneeling quarter back opene
his muddy hands; the muddied oval cam
sailing lazily into them.... There was th
gentle thud of Gridley's toe against theather, and thenunbelievably
unbearably, it was an accomplished fact,
finished thing. Gridley had executed hi
place kick. They were scored on. It stoo
here on the board, glaring white letter
and figures on black:
GREENMOUNT 4 L. A. HIGH 0
At first Honor's own woe engulfed he
utterly. For the first instant she wasn
even aware of Jimsy King, standing alone
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his arms folded across his chest, starin
down the field; of his men, wiping the mu
out of their eyes and looking at him
ooking to him; of the stunned rooters. Buat the second breath she was awake, aliv
again, tense, tingling, bursting with he
message for them all, keeping herself b
main force in her place. Jimsy King nevesaw any one in a game; he never knew an
one in a game; people ceased to exist fo
him while he was on the field. But to-day
n this difficult hour, she was to see hi
urn and face the bleachers and rake the
with his aghast and startled eyes until h
found her. She was on her feet, in hewhite jersey suit and her blue hat an
scarfL. A.'s colorswaving to him
ooking down at him with all her gallan
soul in her eyes. It seemed to her as if sh
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must be saying it aloud; as if she must b
singing it:
Play up! Play up! andPlay theGame!
Then the bleachers and the players saw
he Captain of the L. A. team turn and
wade briskly down the field to Gridley
They saw him hold out his muddy hand
hey heard his clear, "Peach of a kick!
They saw him give the Northerner's hand hearty shake; they saw him fling up hi
head, and grin, and face the grandstand fo
a second, his eyes seeking.... They saw
him rally his men with a snapped-ouorder,and then they were on their feet
shouting, screaming, stamping, cheering:
KING! KING! KING!
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The yell leaders couldn't get hold of them
here was no need. Every man was hi
own yell leader. They yelled for Gridley
and for Greenmount (why worry, wheJimsy clearly wasn't worried?) and fo
heir own team, man by man, and the cal
of time for the first half failed to make th
faintest dent in their enthusiasm.
"But"said Miss Bruce-Drummond, he
mouth close to Honor's ear"you haven
won, have you?"
"Not yet!" Honor shouted. "Wait!" She
began to sing with the rest:
You can't beat L. A. High!
You can't beat L. A. High!
Use your team to get up steam,
ut you can't beat L. A. High!
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t was gay, mocking, scatheless
nexorable. You couldn'tbeat L. A. High
Honor swayed and swung to it. Use you
eam and your tricks and your dry-shomen to kick, but you couldn't beat L. A
High. And it appeared, in fact, that yo
couldn't, for Jimsy King's team went int
he second half like happy young tigersagainst men who were a little tired, a littl
overconfident, and in the first ten minute
of play the King Gink, mud-smeare
beyond recognition, grinning, went ove
he line for a touchdown, and nobod
minded much Burke's missing the goa
because they had won anyway:GREENMOUNT 4 L. A. HIGH 5
and the championship, the stat
championship, stayed south, and i
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suddenly stopped raining and the sun cam
out gloriously after the reckless manner o
Southern California suns, and everythin
was for the best in the best of all possiblworlds.
Honor, star-eyed, more utterly and
completely happy and content than she haever been in her life, turned penitently t
Miss Bruce-Drummond. "When we ge
home," she said, "I'll explain to yo
exactly what a 'down' is!"
They waited to see the joyous serpentine
o watch Jimsy's struggles to get dow
from the shoulders of his adorers whbore him the length of the field and back
and then Carter drove them home and wen
back for the Captain, who would b
showered and dressed by that time. The
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were both dining with Honor, but Jims
ooked in on his father first.
"Gusty says he's slept all day," hreported to Honor. He kept looking at her
with an odd intensity, all through th
ively meal. She had changed her we
white jersey for one of her long-linedcleverly simple frocks of L. A. blue, and
her honey-colored braids were like
crown above her serene forehead.
"You know, Stephen," said Miss Bruce
Drummond while they were having thei
coffee in the living room, "of course yo
know that both those lads are in love wityour nice girl."
"Do you see it, too?"
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She laughed. "I may not know what
down' is, but I've still reasonably sharp
eyes in my head. And the odd thing is tha
she doesn't know it."
"Isn't it amazing? I'm watching, an
wondering."
"It's a pretty time o' life, Stephen," sai
one of the clever women he hadn't wante
o marry.
"'Youth's sweet-scented manuscript
Ethel," said Honor's stepfather.
"Jimsy, will you come here a minute?
Honor called from the dining-room door.
"Yes, Skipper!" He was there at a bound.
"Don't you think your father would lik
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"I see. How about a ride to the beach
Supper at the ship-hotel? Celebrate
ittle?"
"Deuce of a lot of work for Monday,
Jimsy frowned. "Haven't studied a lic
his week."
Carter laughed. "Oh, Monday'sMonday
Come along! We can't"he turned to
Honor"be by ourselves to-night, wit
he celeb. here. Honor has to stay anplay-pretty with her."
"Well ... if we don't make it too late"
Jimsy turned and sped away with Honor'offering for James King.
Honor looked at Carter. His eyes wer
very bright; he looked more excited, now
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some way, than he had at the game. Poo
old Carter. He wanted, she supposed, to
do something for Jimsy ... to give him
wonderful party ... to spend money on hi.. to excel and to shine in hisway. But
he ship-hoteland his father over ther
all day in the darkened roomFor th
first time in her honest life she stooped tguile. "I'll be down in a minute, Carter,
she said and ran upstairs, through the hal
down the backstairs, cut through th
kitchen and across the wet and spring
awn to the King place.
She waited in the shadow of the hous
until he came out.
"Jimsy!"
"Skipper!"
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"I slipped outsh ... Jimsy, Ipleas
don't go with Carter to-night! I don't mea
o interfere oror nag, Jimsy,you know
hat, don't you?" She slipped a little on thwet grass in her thin slippers, and lai
hold of his arm to steady herself. "Buti
worries me. You're the finest, the mos
wonderful person in the world, and I trusyou more than I trust myself, butI know
how boys are aboutthingsand" sh
urned her face to the dark house where s
many "Wild Kings" had lived and moved
and had their unhappy being"I couldn
bearit if"
t began to rain again, softly, and themoved unconsciously toward the shelte
of the porch.
"You were so splendid to-day! I haven
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had a chance to tell you ... shaking hand
with him, being so"
"You made me," said Jimsy King. Then, aher murmured protest. "You did. You
made me, just as you've made me do ever
decent thing I've ever done. I'm jus
beginning to see it. I guess I'm the blindesbat that ever lived. Of course I won't g
with Cart' to-night. I won't do anything yo
don't"
Honor had mounted two steps, to be unde
he roof of the porch, and now, turnin
sharply in her gladness, the wet slippe
slipped again, and she would have fallef he had not caught her.
"Skipper!"
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"It'sit's all right!" said Honor in
breathless whisper. "I'm all right, Jimsy
Let me"
But Jimsy King would not let her go. H
held her fast with all his football strengt
and all his eighteen years of living an
oving, and he said over and over in thnew, strange voice she had never hear
before, "Skipper! Skipper! Skipper!"
"Jimsy ... whatwhat is happening to usJimsy, dear, we never beforeJimsy, are
weare weIs this beingin love?"
And the mocking-bird of the morning
mounted on the wet Bougainvilla on th
summerhouse in Honor's garden
explained to them in a mad, exultant
hrilling burst of song.
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"Stephen, how canyou? One of the 'Wild
Kings'I cannot bear it. I simply canno
bear it." She clutched at her hope. "Sh
must go abroad even sooner than wplannedandstay abroad. Stephen, yo
will make them keep it a secret from ever
one?"
"They've already told Carter. Told him
ust after they'd told me."
"Oh, poor, poor Carter!" There was a notof fresh woe in her voice.
He turned sharply to look at her. "So
hat's where the pointed patent leathe
pinches, Mildred?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've been hoping it would be Carter?"
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"Dearest, I've looked upon them all a
children.... It was the merest ... idea .
hought. Mrs. Van Meter is devoted to
Honor, Carter is an unusual boy, andhey're exceptional people. And heo
course, I mean in his boyish wayadore
Honor. This will be a cruel blow fo
him." She grieved. "Poor, frail boy...."
Stephen Lorimer smoked in silence for
moment. "I fancy Carter will not give u
hope. There's nothing frail about hidisposition. His will doesn't limp."
"Well, I certainly hope he doesn't conside
t final. I don't. I consider it a silly boyand-girl piece of sentimental nonsense
and I shall do everything in my power t
break it up. I consider that my child'
happiness is at stake."
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"Yes," said her husband, "so do I." He go
up and went round to his wife's chair an
put penitent arms about her and comforte
her. After all, he could afford to bemagnanimous. He was going to win hi
point in the end, and meanwhile it woul
be an excellent thing for the youngsters t
have Mildred doing everything in hepretty power to break it up. She might jus
as well, he believed, try to put out th
hearth fire with the bellows.
With her daughter she became motherl
and admonitory in her official thir
person. "Mother wants only you
happiness; you know that, dear."
"Well, then, there's nothing to worry
about," said Honor, comfortably, "for you
want me to be happy and I can't be happ
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unless it's with Jimsy, so you'll have to
want me to have Jimsy, Muzzie!"
"Mother wants real happiness for youHonor, genuine, lasting happiness. That'
why she wants you to be sure. And yo
cannot possibly be sure at your age."
"Yes, I can, Muzzie," said Honor
patiently. "Surer than sure. Why,haven'
always had Jimsy,ever since I can
remember?Before I can remember? He'part of everything that's ever happened t
me. I can't imagine what things would b
ike without him.I won't imagine it!" He
eyes darkened and her mouth grew taut.
"But you'll promise Mother to keep it
secret? You'll promise me faithfully?"
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"Of course, Muzzie, if you want me to, bu
can't see what difference it makes. I'l
never be any surer than I am now,and
can't ever know Jimsy any better than I dnow. Why"she laughed"it isn't as if
had fallen in love at eighteen, with a new
person, some one I'd just met, or some on
'd known only a little while, like Carterf I felt like this about Carter I'd think i
was reasonable to 'wait' and be 'sure.'
She was aware of a new expression o