Wild Wings - A Romance of Youth by Margaret Rebecca Piper
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"I see," mused the doctor. "Was she hurt?"
"No--that is--not much. She hurt her shoulder some and cut her head a bit." The details came out reluctantly as if impelled by the doctor's steady eyes. "She telephoned me today she was all right. It's a miracle we weren't both killed though. We might have been as easy as anything. You said just now nothing you could say would make me have sense about speeding. I guess what happened last night ought to knock sense into me if anything could. I say, Uncle Phil--" "Well?" as the boy paused obviously embarrassed. "If you don't mind I'd rather not say anything more about the girl. She--I guess she'd rather I wouldn't," he wound up confusedly. "Very well. That is your affair and hers. Thank you for coming halfway to meet me. It made it easier all around." The doctor held out his hand and the boy took it eagerly. "You are great to me, Uncle Phil--lots better than I deserve. Please don't think I don't see that. And truly I am awfully ashamed of smashing the car, and not telling you, as I ought to have this morning, and spoiling Tony's fun and--and everything." Ted swallowed something down hard as if the "everything" included a good deal. "I don't see why I have to be always getting into scrapes. Can't seem to help it, somehow. Guess I was made that way, just as Larry was born steady." "That is a spineless jellyfish point of view, Ted. Don't fool yourself with it. There is no earthly reason why you should keep drifting from one |
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