The Seeker by Harry Leon Wilson
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buff buttoned shoes, a Christmas card with real snow on it, shining like
diamonds, and Fragile, her best doll. The thing was impossible. Then she wept. He whistled to Penny, who came barking joyously--a pretender of a dog, if there ever was one--and they moved off. Weeping after them went Nancy--as far as the first fence, between two boards of which she put her head and sobbed with a heavenly bitterness; for to the little boy, pushing sternly on, her tears afforded that certain thrill of gratified brutality under conscious rectitude, the capacity for which is among those matters by which Heaven has set the male of our species apart from the female. The sensation would have been flawless but for Allan's lack of dignity: from the top board of the fence he held aloft in either hand a golden orange, and he chanted in endless inanity: Chink, Chink Chiraddam! Don't you wisht you had 'em? Chink, Chink Chiraddam! Don't you wisht you had 'em? Still he was actually and triumphantly off. And here should be recalled the saying of a certain wise, simple man: "If our failures are made tragic by courage they are not different from successes." For it came about that the subsequent dignity of this revolt was to be wholly in its courage. The way led over a stretch of grassy prairie to a fence. This surmounted, there came a ploughed field, of considerable extent to one carrying an inconvenient box. At the farther end of this was another fence, and beyond |
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