Just David
posed it knew boys, but it felt inclined to change its mind after seeing this one. Second, because of the circumstances. The boy and his father had entered the town like tramps,
indeed, as little as possible was said to David about anything after that morning when Higgins had given him his father's letter. At that time the men had made one more effort to "get track of SOMETHING," as Higgins had despairingly put it. But the
s unreadable. His notes told nothing; his son could tell little more-of consequence. A report, to be sure, did come from the village, fa
Holly mentally declared that he should lose no time
ins preparatory to driving from the yard, ha
all we leave him here till we
o," hesitated Simeon Hol
in the background, ha
rged. "I'm sure he-he won't b
arkly. "Neither, it is safe to say, wi
"If I thought he'd be worth his salt, now, I'd take him myself; but-
g a word of what was being said. With his sensitive face
tion as the noisy hum of voices had not been able to
me what to do," he breath
mewhat awkwardly silent men, he
e. Besides, I've GOT to stay to find out about the beautiful world, you know, so I can tell him, when I go. That's the way I used to do back home on the mountain, you s
quick, stern voic
s, and the sky, and the birds and squirrels and brooks are really in my violin, you know. And-" But with an angry frown Simeon Holly stalked away, motioning Larson to follow him; and with a merry glan
had resorted the night before, to the everyday things of her world in the hope t
hand. Suddenly he looked up, a new something in his eyes. "What is it
mered Mrs. Holly. "But never mind that, Da
a smouldering fire beginning to show in
Mrs. Holly soothingly. "The
is it to b
y desperately;-"walk along the road from one town
lots of times, in the summer, we didn't stay in the cabin hardly any-just lived out of doors all day and all night. Why, I never knew r
ees?" stammered Mr
f you've only heard them daytimes, you don't know a bit what pine trees really are. But I can tell you. Listen! This is what they say," fi
yes half-fearfully, half-longingly fixed on David's glorified face. She was st
tern watching of the scene before him, "have you nothing bett
s doing," faltered Mrs. Holly, flushing guiltily from
e was still playing, his rapt gaze on the distant sky-line
" he demanded. Then, as David still continued to
up with the slightly dazed air of one who
ak to me, si
f you never did anythin
the time, you know. I had to eat and sleep and study my books; and every day we went to walk-like tramps, as you call them," he elucida
Then, sharply: "Did you never perform any useful labor, b
frowned in
d in the great Orchestra of Life; and that I was one, you know, even if I was only a little b
rrupted Simeon Holly, with harsh impatience. "
d I had a beautiful work to do, and that it was waiting for me out in the world. Tha
at it was. I was referring to work-real work
e a relie
at with father, only"-his face grew wistful-"I'm afraid I didn't do it very well. My baco
Well, boy, we call that women's work down here. We set men t
s,
you think you could fill it with wood from that woodpile?
is violin into its case. A minute later he had attacked the woodpile with
second armful of wood, David picked up a stick that had long lain in one position on the ground, thereby disclosing sundry and
ger sticks, to find other and bigger of the many-legged, many-jointed creatures. One, indeed, was so ve
ed; and David, sitting back on his woodpile seat, was left to wonder why she should scream and shudder and
and out into the garden, David delightedly following with soft-treading steps, and movements that would not startle. From the garden to the orchard, and from the orchard back to the garden danced the butterfly-
And you-you big spotted yellow one-you're laughing at me. Oh, I'm going to play you-all of you. You'll make such a pretty son
odbox, empty save for a few small sticks at the bottom. With an angry frown he strode through the outer door and around the corner of the house to the gar
ay you fill the woodbox?"
hook hi
as what I was playing? It's the flowers here that I'm playing-the little faces, like people, you know. See, this is that b
esture David stopped his melody in the middle of a
not playing-ri
rted Simeon Holly severely. "I'm talkin
face c
d do it," he nodded, gett
you to do
es grew pu
liged to explain what should be a self-evident fact; "but I saw so many beautiful things, one after
ady told you to fill the woodbox," rejoin
at I ought to have fil
rtain
s flew wide
play it at once. Songs are like the mists of the morning and the rainbows, you know, and they
fter a moment's following him with wistful eyes, soberly walked toward the kitchen do
y his thoughtful countenance and preoccupied air, however; nor were matt
cause I didn't fill the woodbox r
demanded the am
ient earnestness. "Father said-" But again Simeon Holly had turned irritab
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