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
“We'd cert'nly of had a lot better time sizzin' along in that little
racer I got,” he said. “I'd like to had you see how I handle that little
car. Girls over home, they say they like to go out with me just to watch
the way I handle her; they say it ain't so much just the ride, but more
the way I handle that little car. I dunno why it is, but that's what
they say. That's the way I do anything I make up my mind to tackle,
though. I don't try to tackle everything--there's lots o' things I
wouldn't take enough interest in 'em, as it were--but just lemme make up
my mind once, and it's all off; I dunno why it is. There was a brakeman
on the train got kind of fresh: he didn't know who I was. Well, I
just put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him down in his seat like
this”--he set his hand upon Miss Pratt's shoulder. “I didn't want to hit
him, because there was women and chuldren in the car, so I just shoved
my face up close to him, like this. 'I guess you don't know how much
stock my father's got in this road,' I says. Did he wilt? Well, you
ought of seen that brakeman when I got through tellin' him who I was!”
“Nassy ole brateman!” said Miss Pratt, with unfailing sympathy.
Mr. Crooper's fat hand, as if unconsciously, gave Miss Pratt's delicate
shoulder a little pat in reluctant withdrawal. “Well, that's the way
with me,” he said. “Much as I been around this world, nobody ever tried
to put anything over on me and got away with it. They always come out
the little end o' the horn; I dunno why it is. Say, that's a mighty
smooth locket you got on the end o' that chain, there.” And again
stretching forth his hand, in a proprietor-like way, he began to examine
the locket.
Three hot hearts, just behind, pulsated hatred toward him; for Johnnie
Watson had perceived his error, and his sentiments were now linked
to those of Joe Bullitt and William. The unhappiness of these three
helpless spectators was the more poignant because not only were they
witnesses of the impression of greatness which George Crooper was
obviously producing upon Miss Pratt, but they were unable to prevent
themselves from being likewise impressed.
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