"Why, chicken!" said my father. And made me sit down on his
knee. "Don't tell me that my bit of sunshine is behind a cloud!"
"Behind a noze," I said, feebly.
So he said he liked my noze, even although somwhat swolen,
and he kissed it, and told me I was a little fool, and at last
I saw he was about ready to be tackeled. So I observed:
"Father, will you do me a faver?"
"Sure," he said. "How much do you need? Busness is pretty
good now, and I've about landed the new order for shells for the
English War Department. I--supose we make it fifty! Although,
we'd better keep it a Secret between the to of us."
I drew myself up, although tempted. But what was fifty
dollars to doing somthing for Adrian? A mere bagatelle.
"Father," I said, "do you know Miss Everett, my English
teacher?"
He remembered the name.
"Would you be willing to do her a great favor?" I demanded
intencely.
"What sort of a favor?"
"Her couzin has written a play. She is very fond of her
couzin, and anxious to have him suceed. And it is a lovely
play."
He held me off and stared at me.
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