Hidden Creek by Katharine Newlin Burt
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Then "Pap's" voice cracked out at him.
"You hold your tongue," snapped Sylvester, "or you'll get what's comin' to you!" He jerked Dickie's single chair from against the wall, threw the clothing from it, and sat down, crossing his legs, and holding up at his son the long finger that had frightened Sheila. Dickie blinked at it. "You know what I was plannin' to do to you after last night? I meant to come round here and pull you out of your covers and onto the floor there"--he pointed to a spot on the boards to which Dickie fearfully directed his own eyes--"and kick the stuffin' out of you." Dickie contemplated the long, pointed russet shoes of his parent and shuddered visibly. Nevertheless in the slow look he lifted from the boot to his father's face, there was a faint gleam of irony. "What made you change your mind?" he asked impersonally. It was this curious detachment of Dickie's, this imperturbability, that most infuriated Hudson. He flushed. "Just a little sass from you will bring me back to the idea," he said sharply. Dickie lowered his eyes. "What made me change was--Miss Arundel's kindness. She came and begged you off. She said you hadn't done anything or said anything to frighten her, that you'd been"--Sylvester drawled out the two words in the sing-song of Western mockery--"'sweet and love-ly.'" |
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