Seventeen: A Tale of Youth and Summer Time and the Baxter Family, Especially WilliamTarkington, Booth
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Seventeen: A Tale of Youth and Summer Time and the Baxter Family, Especially William
Tarkington, Booth
Families -- Fiction; First loves -- Fiction; Teenage boys -- Fiction
Observing the monotonously proper behavior of the sun, man had an absurd
idea and invented Time. Becoming still more absurd, man said, “So much
shall be a day; such and such shall be a week. All weeks shall be the
same length.” Yet every baby knows better! How long for Johnnie Watson,
for Joe Bullitt, for Wallace Banks--how long for William Sylvanus Baxter
was the last week of Miss Pratt? No one can answer. How long was that
week for Mr. Parcher? Again the mind is staggered.
Many people, of course, considered it to be a week of average size.
Among these was Jane.
Throughout seven days which brought some tense moments to the Baxter
household, Jane remained calm; and she was still calm upon the eighth
morning as she stood in the front yard of her own place of residence,
gazing steadily across the street. The object of her grave attention was
an ample brick house, newly painted white after repairs and enlargements
so inspiring to Jane's faculty for suggesting better ways of doing
things, that the workmen had learned to address her, with a slight
bitterness, as “Madam President.”
Throughout the process of repair, and until the very last of the
painting, Jane had considered this house to be as much her property as
anybody's; for children regard as ownerless all vacant houses and all
houses in course of construction or radical alteration. Nothing short of
furniture--intimate furniture in considerable quantity--hints that the
public is not expected. However, such a hint, or warning, was conveyed
to Jane this morning, for two “express wagons” were standing at the curb
with their backs impolitely toward the brick house; and powerful-voiced
men went surging to and fro under fat arm-chairs, mahogany tables,
disarticulated bedsteads, and baskets of china and glassware; while a
harassed lady appeared in the outer doorway, from time to time, with
gestures of lamentation and entreaty. Upon the sidewalk, between the
wagons and the gate, was a broad wet spot, vaguely circular, with a
partial circumference of broken glass and extinct goldfish.
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