Tommy and Co. by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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Peter's eyes rested on the photo of the fragile little woman gazing
down at him from its stiff frame upon the chimney-piece. Thirty years ago, in this same room, Peter had paced to and fro, his hands behind his back, his ear alert to catch the slightest sound from above, had said to himself the same words. "It's odd," mused Peter--"very odd indeed." The door opened. The stout doctor, preceded at a little distance by his watch-chain, entered and closed the door behind him. "A very healthy child," said the doctor, "as fine a child as any one could wish to see. A girl." The two old gentlemen looked at one another. Elizabeth, possibly relieved in her mind, began to purr. "What am I to do with it?" demanded Peter. "A very awkward bosition for you," agreed the sympathetic doctor. "I was a fool!" declared Peter. "You haf no one here to look after de leedle wench when you are away," pointed out the thoughtful doctor. "And from what I've seen of the imp," added Peter, "it will want some looking after." "I tink--I tink," said the helpful doctor, "I see a way out!" |
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