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David and I Set Forth Upon a Journey

           Iamalwaysintwomindsthen,tolingerthatwemayhavemoreofit,andtosnatchhimawaybeforehevolunteerstheinformation,“Heisnotreallymyfather.”

           WhenDavidmeetsAchillesIknowwhatwillhappen.Thelittleboywilltaketheherobythehand,callhimfather,anddraghimawaytosomeRoundPond.

           Oneday,whenDavidwasaboutfive,Isenthimthefollowingletter:“DearDavid:Ifyoureallywanttoknowhowitbegan,willyoucomeandhaveachopwithmeto-dayattheclub?”

           Mary,who,Ihavefoundout,opensallhisletters,gaveherconsent,and,Idoubtnot,instructedhimtopayheedtowhathappenedsothathemightrepeatittoher,fordespitehercuriositysheknowsnothowitbeganherself.Ichuckled,guessingthatsheexpectedsomethingromantic.

           Hecametomearrayedasforamightyjourney,andlookingunusuallysolemn,aslittleboysalwaysdolookwhentheyarewearingagreatcoat.Therewasashawlroundhisneck.“Youcantakesomeofthemoff,”Isaid,“whenwecometosummer.”

           “Shallwecometosummer?”heasked,properlyawed.

           “Tomanysummers,”Ireplied,“forwearegoingawayback,David,toseeyourmotherasshewasinthedaysbeforetherewasyou.”

           Wehailedahansom.“Drivebacksixyears,”Isaidtothecabby,“andstopattheJuniorOldFogies’Club.”

           Hewasastupidfellow,andIhadtoguidehimwithmyumbrella.

           Thestreetswerenotquiteastheyhadbeeninthemorning.Forinstance,thebookshopatthecornerwasnowsellingfish.IdroppedDavidahintofwhatwasgoingon

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