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He
came
to
me
arrayed
as
for
a
mighty
journey
,
and
looking
unusually
solemn
,
as
little
boys
always
do
look
when
they
are
wearing
a
great
coat
.
There
was
a
shawl
round
his
neck
.
"
You
can
take
some
of
them
off
,
"
I
said
,
"
when
we
come
to
summer
.
"
"
Shall
we
come
to
summer
?
"
he
asked
,
properly
awed
.
"
To
many
summers
,
"
I
replied
,
"
for
we
are
going
away
back
,
David
,
to
see
your
mother
as
she
was
in
the
days
before
there
was
you
.
"
We
hailed
a
hansom
.
"
Drive
back
six
years
,
"
I
said
to
the
cabby
,
"
and
stop
at
the
Junior
Old
Fogies
'
Club
.
"
He
was
a
stupid
fellow
,
and
I
had
to
guide
him
with
my
umbrella
.
The
streets
were
not
quite
as
they
had
been
in
the
morning
.
For
instance
,
the
bookshop
at
the
corner
was
now
selling
fish
.
I
dropped
David
a
hint
of
what
was
going
on
"
It
does
n't
make
me
littler
,
does
it
?
"
he
asked
anxiously
;
and
then
,
with
a
terrible
misgiving
:
"
It
wo
n't
make
me
too
little
,
will
it
,
father
?
"
by
which
he
meant
that
he
hoped
it
would
not
do
for
him
altogether
.
He
slipped
his
hand
nervously
into
mine
,
and
I
put
it
in
my
pocket
.
You
ca
n't
think
how
little
David
looked
as
we
entered
the
portals
of
the
club
.
As
I
enter
the
club
smoking-room
you
are
to
conceive
David
vanishing
into
nothingness
,
and
that
it
is
any
day
six
years
ago
at
two
in
the
afternoon
.
I
ring
for
coffee
,
cigarette
,
and
cherry
brandy
,
and
take
my
chair
by
the
window
,
just
as
the
absurd
little
nursery
governess
comes
tripping
into
the
street
.
I
always
feel
that
I
have
rung
for
her
.
While
I
am
lifting
the
coffee-pot
cautiously
lest
the
lid
fall
into
the
cup
,
she
is
crossing
to
the
post-office
;
as
I
select
the
one
suitable
lump
of
sugar
she
is
taking
six
last
looks
at
the
letter
;
with
the
aid
of
William
I
light
my
cigarette
,
and
now
she
is
re-reading
the
delicious
address
.
I
lie
back
in
my
chair
,
and
by
this
time
she
has
dropped
the
letter
down
the
slit
.
I
toy
with
my
liqueur
,
and
she
is
listening
to
hear
whether
the
postal
authorities
have
come
for
her
letter
.
I
scowl
at
a
fellow-member
who
has
had
the
impudence
to
enter
the
smoking-room
,
and
her
two
little
charges
are
pulling
her
away
from
the
post-office
.
When
I
look
out
at
the
window
again
she
is
gone
,
but
I
shall
ring
for
her
to-morrow
at
two
sharp
.
