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My Aunt Makes up Her Mind About Me

           Dickishisnamehere,andeverywhereelse,now—ifheeverwentanywhereelse,whichhedon’t.Sotakecare,child,youdon’tcallhimanythingBUTMr.Dick.’

           Ipromisedtoobey,andwentupstairswithmymessage;thinking,asIwent,thatifMr.DickhadbeenworkingathisMemoriallong,atthesamerateasIhadseenhimworkingatit,throughtheopendoor,whenIcamedown,hewasprobablygettingonverywellindeed.Ifoundhimstilldrivingatitwithalongpen,andhisheadalmostlaiduponthepaper.Hewassointentuponit,thatIhadampleleisuretoobservethelargepaperkiteinacorner,theconfusionofbundlesofmanuscript,thenumberofpens,and,aboveall,thequantityofink(whichheseemedtohavein,inhalf-gallonjarsbythedozen),beforeheobservedmybeingpresent.

           ‘Ha!Phoebus!’saidMr.Dick,layingdownhispen.‘Howdoestheworldgo?I’lltellyouwhat,’headded,inalowertone,‘Ishouldn’twishittobementioned,butit’sa——’herehebeckonedtome,andputhislipsclosetomyear‘it’samadworld.MadasBedlam,boy!’saidMr.Dick,takingsnufffromaroundboxonthetable,andlaughingheartily.

           Withoutpresumingtogivemyopiniononthisquestion,Ideliveredmymessage.

           ‘Well,’saidMr.Dick,inanswer,‘mycomplimentstoher,andI—IbelieveIhavemadeastart.IthinkIhavemadeastart,’saidMr.

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