“It's amazing how that boy gets along. His firm has the cream of the corporation business of Verden. I never saw anything like it.”
The younger man assented, rather wearily. Somehow to-night he did not feel like sounding the praises of James.
His uncle's kindly gaze rested on him. “Tired, boy?”
“I think I am a little. I'll be all right after we've had something to eat.”
CHAPTER 22
But when your arms are full of girl and fluff
You hide your nerve behind a yard of grin;
You'd spit into a bulldog's face, or bluff
A flock of dragons with a safety pin.
Life's a slow skate, but love's the dopey glim
That puts a brewery horse in racing trim.
—Wallace Irwin.
CANARIES SING FOR THE HERO
Part 1
James Farnum had been back in Verden twenty-four hours. A few little scars still decorated his handsome visage, but he explained them away with the story of a motor car accident. Just now he was walking to the bank, and he had spoken his piece five times in a distance of three blocks. From experience he was getting letter perfect as to the details. Even the idiotic joke about the clutch seemed now a necessary part of the recital.