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Amory, Son of Beatrice

           "Oh,westartedsolate,mama,thatIthoughtwemightaswell"

           Heheardfrombelowtheshrieksoflaughter,andsmelledthevapidodorofhotchocolateandtea-cakesashesilentlyfollowedmotheranddaughterdown-stairs.Thesoundofthegraphophonemingledwiththevoicesofmanygirlshummingtheair,andafaintglowwasbornandspreadoverhim:

           "Casey-Jonesmountedtothecab-un

           Casey-Jones’thhisordersinhishand.

           Casey-Jonesmountedtothecab-un

           Tookhisfarewelljourneytotheprom-isedland."

           SNAPSHOTSOFTHEYOUNGEGOTIST

           AmoryspentnearlytwoyearsinMinneapolis.Thefirstwinterheworemoccasinsthatwerebornyellow,butaftermanyapplicationsofoilanddirtassumedtheirmaturecolor,adirty,greenishbrown;heworeagrayplaidmackinawcoat,andaredtoboggancap.Hisdog,CountDelMonte,atetheredcap,sohisunclegavehimagrayonethatpulleddownoverhisface.Thetroublewiththisonewasthatyoubreathedintoitandyourbreathfroze;onedaythedarnthingfrozehischeek.Herubbedsnowonhischeek,butitturnedbluish-blackjustthesame.

           TheCountDelMonteateaboxofbluingonce,butitdidn’thurthim.Later,however,helosthismindandranmadlyupthestreet,bumpingintofences,rollingingutters,andpursuinghiseccentriccourseoutofAmory’slife.Amorycriedonhisbed.

           "PoorlittleCount,"hecried."Oh,poorlittleCount!"

           AfterseveralmonthshesuspectedCountofafinepieceofemotionalacting.

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