One can get out of the habit, apparently, of having children about. My kiddies, I begin to see, occasionally grate on Duncan. He brought tears to the eyes of Pauline Augusta yesterday by the way he scolded her for using a lead-pencil on the living-room woodwork. And the night before he shouted much strong language at Elmer for breaking a window-pane in the garage with Benny McArthur’s new air-gun.
Elmer and his father, I’m afraid, have rather grown away from each other. More than once I’ve caught Duncan staring at his son and heir in a puzzled and a slightly frustrated sort of way. And Elmer’s soul promptly becomes incommunicado when his iron-browed pater is in the neighborhood.
Duncan is very proud of his grand new house. He is anxious to build a conservatory out along the southwest wing. But he has asked how long a conservatory would last with two young mountain-goats gamboling along its leads.... Lossie, little suspecting 317 the pang she was giving me, laughingly showed me a manuscript which she found by accident in my Dinkie’s reader. It was a poem, dedicated to “D. O’L.” And written in a stiff little hand I read:
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“Your lips are lined with roses, Your eyes they shinne like gold If you call me from the sunlight, I’ll answer from the cold. But I wonder why, Oh, why, You stay so far from me? If you whisper from the prarrie, I’ll call from Calgary.” |
“Won’t it be wonderful,” said Lossie as I sat pondering over those foolish little lines, “won’t it be wonderful, if Dinkie grows up to be a great poet?”
Monday the Eleventh
Elmer, alias Dinkie, after many days’ mourning for his lost Scotty, is consoling himself, as other men do, with a substitute. Last Friday he Brought home a flop-eared pup with a drooping tail and an indefinite ancestry, explaining that he had come into possession of the aforementioned animal by the duly delivered purchase-price of thirty-seven cents.
Remembering Minty and certain matters of the past, I was troubled in spirit. But I couldn’t see why my son shouldn’t have an animal to love. And I have had Hilton fix a little box in one corner of the garage for Dinkie’s new pet, which he has christened Rowdy.