Sometimes I get so thundering mad I can't stand it, and then I rip
out something that makes me a lasting enemy."
"You get some comfort out of the explosion, anyhow," King commented,
with a glance at the strong profile beside him. "Besides, you may do
more good than you know. Anybody who had had a good dressing down from
you once wouldn't be likely to forget it in a hurry."
Burns laughed at this, as they stopped in front of a house. King had a
half-hour wait while his friend was inside. The car stood in heavy
shade, and he was very comfortable. He took a letter from his pocket as
he sat, a letter which looked as if it had been many times unfolded, and
read it once more, his face very sober as his eyes followed the familiar
lines:
DEAR MR. KING:
I was very, very sorry to go away without seeing you to say
good-bye after our interesting correspondence. Mrs. Burns and
I had such a pleasant visit with your mother, in your absence,
that we felt rewarded for our call, and it was good to know
that you could be out, yet of course we were very
disappointed. I do hope that all will go well with you, and
that very rapidly, for I can guess how eager you are to be at
work.
Of course once I am off on my travels I shall have no time for
letters. No, that isn't quite frank, is it? Well, I will be
truthful and say honestly that I am sure it is not best that I
should keep on writing.
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