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As
he
grew
older
,
he
had
a
great
many
quaint
little
ways
which
amused
and
interested
people
greatly
.
He
was
so
much
of
a
companion
for
his
mother
that
she
scarcely
cared
for
any
other
.
They
used
to
walk
together
and
talk
together
and
play
together
.
When
he
was
quite
a
little
fellow
,
he
learned
to
read
;
and
after
that
he
used
to
lie
on
the
hearth
-
rug
,
in
the
evening
,
and
read
aloud
—
sometimes
stories
,
and
sometimes
big
books
such
as
older
people
read
,
and
sometimes
even
the
newspaper
;
and
often
at
such
times
Mary
,
in
the
kitchen
,
would
hear
Mrs
.
Errol
laughing
with
delight
at
the
quaint
things
he
said
.
“
And
,
indade
,
”
said
Mary
to
the
groceryman
,
“
nobody
cud
help
laughin
’
at
the
quare
little
ways
of
him
—
and
his
ould
-
fashioned
sayin
’
s
!
Didn
’
t
he
come
into
my
kitchen
the
noight
the
new
Prisident
was
nominated
and
shtand
afore
the
fire
,
lookin
’
loike
a
pictur
’
,
wid
his
hands
in
his
shmall
pockets
,
an
’
his
innocent
bit
of
a
face
as
sayrious
as
a
jedge
?
An
’
sez
he
to
me
:
’
Mary
,
’
sez
he
,
’
I
’
m
very
much
int
’
rusted
in
the
’
lection
,
’
sez
he
.
’
I
’
m
a
’
publican
,
an
’
so
is
Dearest
.
Are
you
a
’
publican
,
Mary
?
’
’
Sorra
a
bit
,
’
sez
I
;
’
I
’
m
the
bist
o
’
dimmycrats
!
’
An
’
he
looks
up
at
me
wid
a
look
that
ud
go
to
yer
heart
,
an
’
sez
he
:
’
Mary
,
’
sez
he
,
’
the
country
will
go
to
ruin
.
’
An
’
nivver
a
day
since
thin
has
he
let
go
by
widout
argyin
’
wid
me
to
change
me
polytics
.
”
Mary
was
very
fond
of
him
,
and
very
proud
of
him
,
too
.
She
had
been
with
his
mother
ever
since
he
was
born
;
and
,
after
his
father
’
s
death
,
had
been
cook
and
housemaid
and
nurse
and
everything
else
.
She
was
proud
of
his
graceful
,
strong
little
body
and
his
pretty
manners
,
and
especially
proud
of
the
bright
curly
hair
which
waved
over
his
forehead
and
fell
in
charming
love
-
locks
on
his
shoulders
.
She
was
willing
to
work
early
and
late
to
help
his
mamma
make
his
small
suits
and
keep
them
in
order
.
“
’
Ristycratic
,
is
it
?
”
she
would
say
.
“
Faith
,
an
’
I
’
d
loike
to
see
the
choild
on
Fifth
Avey
-
NOO
as
looks
loike
him
an
’
shteps
out
as
handsome
as
himself
.
An
’
ivvery
man
,
woman
,
and
choild
lookin
’
afther
him
in
his
bit
of
a
black
velvet
skirt
made
out
of
the
misthress
’
s
ould
gownd
;
an
’
his
little
head
up
,
an
’
his
curly
hair
flyin
’
an
’
shinin
’
.
It
’
s
loike
a
young
lord
he
looks
.
”
Cedric
did
not
know
that
he
looked
like
a
young
lord
;
he
did
not
know
what
a
lord
was
.
His
greatest
friend
was
the
groceryman
at
the
corner
—
the
cross
groceryman
,
who
was
never
cross
to
him
.
His
name
was
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
and
Cedric
admired
and
respected
him
very
much
.
He
thought
him
a
very
rich
and
powerful
person
,
he
had
so
many
things
in
his
store
,
—
prunes
and
figs
and
oranges
and
biscuits
,
—
and
he
had
a
horse
and
wagon
.
Cedric
was
fond
of
the
milkman
and
the
baker
and
the
apple
-
woman
,
but
he
liked
Mr
.
Hobbs
best
of
all
,
and
was
on
terms
of
such
intimacy
with
him
that
he
went
to
see
him
every
day
,
and
often
sat
with
him
quite
a
long
time
,
discussing
the
topics
of
the
hour
.
It
was
quite
surprising
how
many
things
they
found
to
talk
about
—
the
Fourth
of
July
,
for
instance
.
When
they
began
to
talk
about
the
Fourth
of
July
there
really
seemed
no
end
to
it
.
Mr
.
Hobbs
had
a
very
bad
opinion
of
“
the
British
,
”
and
he
told
the
whole
story
of
the
Revolution
,
relating
very
wonderful
and
patriotic
stories
about
the
villainy
of
the
enemy
and
the
bravery
of
the
Revolutionary
heroes
,
and
he
even
generously
repeated
part
of
the
Declaration
of
Independence
.
Cedric
was
so
excited
that
his
eyes
shone
and
his
cheeks
were
red
and
his
curls
were
all
rubbed
and
tumbled
into
a
yellow
mop
.
He
could
hardly
wait
to
eat
his
dinner
after
he
went
home
,
he
was
so
anxious
to
tell
his
mamma
.
It
was
,
perhaps
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
who
gave
him
his
first
interest
in
politics
.
Mr
.
Hobbs
was
fond
of
reading
the
newspapers
,
and
so
Cedric
heard
a
great
deal
about
what
was
going
on
in
Washington
;
and
Mr
.
Hobbs
would
tell
him
whether
the
President
was
doing
his
duty
or
not
.
And
once
,
when
there
was
an
election
,
he
found
it
all
quite
grand
,
and
probably
but
for
Mr
.
Hobbs
and
Cedric
the
country
might
have
been
wrecked
.
Mr
.
Hobbs
took
him
to
see
a
great
torchlight
procession
,
and
many
of
the
men
who
carried
torches
remembered
afterward
a
stout
man
who
stood
near
a
lamp
-
post
and
held
on
his
shoulder
a
handsome
little
shouting
boy
,
who
waved
his
cap
in
the
air
.
It
was
not
long
after
this
election
,
when
Cedric
was
between
seven
and
eight
years
old
,
that
the
very
strange
thing
happened
which
made
so
wonderful
a
change
in
his
life
.
It
was
quite
curious
,
too
,
that
the
day
it
happened
he
had
been
talking
to
Mr
.
