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The Fight For Timothy

           

           “Butsheknowsnothingabouttheman.”

           “Youwouldnotsaythatifyouheardhertalkingofhim.Shesaysheisagentle,whimsical,lonelyoldbachelor.”

           “Old?”Icried.

           “Well,whatshesaysisthathewillsoonbeoldifhedoesn’ttakecare.Heisabacheloratallevents,andisveryfondofchildren,buthasneverhadonetoplaywith.”

           “Couldnotplaywithachildthoughtherewasone,”Isaidbrusquely;“hasforgottentheway;couldstandandstareonly.”

           “Yes,iftheparentswerepresent.Buthethinksthatifhewerealonewiththechildhecouldcomeoutstrong.”

           “HowthedeuceIbegan

           “Thatiswhatshesays,”heexplained,apologetically.“Ithinkshewillprovetobetoocleverforhim.”

           “Pooh,”Isaid,butundoubtedlyIfeltadizziness,andthenexttimeImethimhequitefrightenedme.“Doyouhappentoknowanyone,”hesaid,“whohasaSt.Bernarddog?”

           “No,”saidI,pickingupmystick.

           “HehasaSt.Bernarddog.”

           “Howhaveyoufoundthatout?”

           “Shehasfounditout.”

           “Buthow?”

           “Idon’tknow.”

           Ilefthimatonce,forPorthoswasbutalittlewaybehindme.Themysteryofitscaredme,butIarmedpromptlyforbattle.IengagedaboytowalkPorthosinKensingtonGardens,andgavehimtheseinstructions:“Shouldyoufindyourselffollowedbyayoungwomanwheelingasecond-handperambulator,instantlyhandherovertothepoliceonthechargeofattemptingtostealthedog.”

           Nowthen,Mary.

           “Bytheway,”herhusbandsaidatournextmeeting,“thatrocking-horseItoldyouofcostthreeguineas.

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