Fortitude

but delightful one-on Monday morning, of thinking of those "others" who were entering, with laggard foot, into old Parlow's study-that study w

, Willie Daffoll, of recent tragic memory, would be pleased because now he would

es in his mind were evolved from his reading of "David Copperfield." There would be people like Steerforth an

of little value

, were you ev

died at the ripe old age of ninety-two with all her faculties,

will be like 'Dav

ow can you ask such a thing? They are all like that, I believe. But, there, ru

it, although Peter heard her once murmuring "Poor l

, and he didn't seem especiall

school, do you

very best. It's in Devonshire, and I leave by t

as a dreadful pity of course, but Peter intended to write most wonderful letters, and there would be the joyful meeting when

y week-every Friday I expect. Th

nd of yer as yer are. It'll be another Peter c

you, Steve. I shal

e. "Promise me that, boy," he said, "promise me that. Yer most all I've got n

fields, and the cold, sharp day was drawing to a close as the mist

rown corduroys that smelt of sheep and hay, the shining brass buttons of his coat, his broad back and large brown hands, his mild blue eyes and nose suddenly square at the end where it

so that the boy cried out. Then he turned abrupt

e, and the Tower, The Bending Mule (here there were farewells to be said to Mr. and Mrs. Figgis a

t guard Truro, there are the woods where the rabbits are, there is the sea, and a wonderful view of Treliss rising into a peak which is The Man at Arms-and the smoke of the town mingled with the grey uncertain clouds, and the clouds mingled with the sea, and the only c

hen one's box was corded and one's attic looked strangely bare, when there was a surprising amount to eat at breakfast, when one stole do

because of it. His father was perfectly silent, and any thrill that Peter might have snatched from the engines, the porters, the whistles, and his own especial carriage were negatived by this paralysing occurrenc

s ter

-they were hurrying, e

er sudde

es." A little pause, and then: "You've got pluck. You stood that beating well." Th

le, and alone. Two tears rolled slowly down his