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I Am a New Boy in More Senses than One

           “Then,mydear,”Isaid,“youmayrelyuponit,it’sfree.Atallevents,mylove,”saidI,“DoctorStrongisinanagitatedstateofmind,andmustbeanswered.Hecannotbekeptinhispresentstateofsuspense.”“Mama,”saidAnnie,stillcrying,“wouldhebeunhappywithoutme?Ifhewould,Ihonourandrespecthimsomuch,thatIthinkIwillhavehim.”Soitwassettled.Andthen,andnottillthen,IsaidtoAnnie,“Annie,DoctorStrongwillnotonlybeyourhusband,buthewillrepresentyourlatefather:hewillrepresenttheheadofourfamily,hewillrepresentthewisdomandstation,andImaysaythemeans,ofourfamily;andwillbe,inshort,aBoontoit.”Iusedthewordatthetime,andIhaveuseditagain,today.IfIhaveanymerititisconsistency.’

           Thedaughterhadsatquitesilentandstillduringthisspeech,withhereyesfixedontheground;hercousinstandingnearher,andlookingonthegroundtoo.Shenowsaidverysoftly,inatremblingvoice:

           ‘Mama,Ihopeyouhavefinished?’‘No,mydearAnnie,’returnedtheOldSoldier,‘Ihavenotquitefinished.Sinceyouaskme,mylove,IreplythatIhavenot.Icomplainthatyoureallyarealittleunnaturaltowardsyourownfamily;and,asitisofnousecomplainingtoyou.Imeantocomplaintoyourhusband.Now,mydearDoctor,dolookatthatsillywifeofyours.’

           AstheDoctorturnedhiskindface,withitssmileofsimplicityandgentleness,towardsher,shedroopedherheadmore.

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