The Tin Soldier by Temple Bailey
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Jean--!
"She--she tells the children?" "Yes. Charming stories. I am having them put in a little pamphlet to go with the toys." "She's Dr. McKenzie's daughter, isn't she? I saw her last night at the play." "Yes. Such a dear child. She is usually here in the afternoon." He had hoped until then that Jean might be hidden in that rear room, locked up with the dolls in a drawer, tucked away in a box--he had a blank feeling of the futility of his tea-cup-- Then, suddenly, the gods being in a gay mood, Jean arrived! At once his errand justified itself. She wore a gray squirrel jacket and a hat to match--and her crinkled copper-colored hair came out from under the hat and over her ears. She carried a little muff. Her eyes--the color of her cheeks! A man might walk to the world's end for less than this--! He was buying, he told her, pink pussy cats and yellow owls. Had she liked the play last night? He was glad that she adored Maude Adams. He adored--Maude Adams. Did she remember "Peter Pan"? Yes, he had gone to everything--glorified matinées--glorified everything! Wasn't it remarkable that his father knew her father? And she was Jean McKenzie, and he was Derry Drake! |
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