The Tin Soldier by Temple Bailey
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One was blown to glory, and, then there were nine--!'"
His head fell forward and again he slept. "Disgusting," said Emily Bridges; "of course we've got to get him out." Getting him out, however, offered difficulties. He was a very big old gentleman, and they were little women. "We might call the police--" "Oh, Emily--" "Well, if you can suggest anything better. We must close the shop." "We might put him in a taxi--and send him home." "He probably hasn't any home." "Don't be so pessimistic--he certainly has money." "You don't know where he got it. You can't be too careful, Jean--" The girl, touching the old man's shoulder, asked, "Where do you live?" He murmured indistinctly. "Where?" she bent her ear down to him. Waking, he sang: |
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