I have often wanted to know Mr. and Mrs. Cressy. Their son, Tom, I
used to see often as a boy, but of late I rarely come across him.
What's become of him? He was one of the nicest boys I ever knew."
Mrs. Swink's hands made expressive gesture, but the girl at the
window gave no sign of hearing me. In her face, however, I saw color
creep, saw also that she bit her lips.
"Nobody knows what he does with himself." Mrs. Swink sighed. "After
all the money his father spent on his education, and after everybody
took him up, he dropped out of society and stuck at his business as
if he didn't have a cent in the world. He hasn't any ambition. He
could go with the most fashionable people in town, if his parents
can't, but he won't do it. He must be a great disappointment to his
parents."
With a slow movement of her shoulders, Miss Swink turned and looked
at her mother, in her eyes that which made me sit up. What the look
implied I was unable altogether to understand, but I could venture a
guess at it, and on the venture I spoke:
"He's the pride of their life, I've been told.
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