Any parents would be
proud of such a son--that is, if they were the kind of parents a son
could be proud of. I'd like to see Tom. I used to be very fond of
him when he was a boy. He lived just back of us and he and Kitty
were great friends as children. I'm afraid he's forgotten me,
however."
"No, he hasn't--" Miss Swink stopped as abruptly as she began, but
the color that had crept into her face at mention of Tom Cressy's
name now crimsoned it, and again she turned her head away. In her
eyes, however, I had caught the gratitude flashed to me, and quickly
I decided I must see her alone, talk to her alone; and so absorbed
was I in wondering how I could do it that only vaguely did I hear
Mrs. Swink, who was telling me of various engagements already made,
of the difficulty of getting in what had to be gotten in between
being manicured and marcelled and massaged and chiropodized and
tailored and dress-makered, and had she not been so interested in the
telling she would have discovered I was not at all interested in the
hearing. She did not discover.
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