BOOK TWO: MY LIFE IN THE COUNTRY
BOOK TWO: MY LIFE IN THE COUNTRY
CHAPTER XVII
THE ARRIVAL OF THE TWINS
Two years have passed away since I wrote the first part of the story of my life—two whole years, but they seem like ten, for so much has happened in them, and so many changes have taken place in me, that I feel like a different dog.
I have changed, human beings have changed, the whole world has changed, for that terrible blasting war in Europe is over. I thought when it was done, that master would stop looking grave when he read the papers, and mistress would stop crying over the woes of the suffering babies and children, but they look and act worse than ever.
It’s the readjustment master often says—the horrible setting in order of countries disordered by crimes of the worst species.
Sometimes he takes his little boy in his arms, and says, “George Washington, I had rather have you die now, than see you live to grow up and shed the blood of a fellow-man.”