The ink, contained in
a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as
it touched the paper. I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures. "He stands before you," rejoined her son. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the
door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his
appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one
end. ’ Then
he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its
driver and leapt into it without looking back.
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