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"
And
another
thing
,
"
continued
Roscoe
,
"
when
visitors
are
in
the
house
I
want
you
to
call
me
'
Uncle
'
--
not
'
Roscoe
,
'
but
'
Uncle
,
'
do
you
understand
?
It
looks
absurd
for
a
boy
of
fifteen
to
call
me
by
my
first
name
.
Perhaps
you
'd
better
call
me
'
Uncle
'
all
the
time
,
so
you
'll
get
used
to
it
.
"
With
a
harsh
look
at
his
father
,
Roscoe
turned
away
...
.
At
the
termination
of
this
interview
,
Benjamin
wandered
dismally
upstairs
and
stared
at
himself
in
the
mirror
.
He
had
not
shaved
for
three
months
,
but
he
could
find
nothing
on
his
face
but
a
faint
white
down
with
which
it
seemed
unnecessary
to
meddle
.
When
he
had
first
come
home
from
Harvard
,
Roscoe
had
approached
him
with
the
proposition
that
he
should
wear
eye-glasses
and
imitation
whiskers
glued
to
his
cheeks
,
and
it
had
seemed
for
a
moment
that
the
farce
of
his
early
years
was
to
be
repeated
.
But
whiskers
had
itched
and
made
him
ashamed
.
He
wept
and
Roscoe
had
reluctantly
relented
.
Benjamin
opened
a
book
of
boys
'
stories
,
The
Boy
Scouts
in
Bimini
Bay
,
and
began
to
read
.
But
he
found
himself
thinking
persistently
about
the
war
.
America
had
joined
the
Allied
cause
during
the
preceding
month
,
and
Benjamin
wanted
to
enlist
,
but
,
alas
,
sixteen
was
the
minimum
age
,
and
he
did
not
look
that
old
.
His
true
age
,
which
was
fifty-seven
,
would
have
disqualified
him
,
anyway
.
There
was
a
knock
at
his
door
,
and
the
butler
appeared
with
a
letter
bearing
a
large
official
legend
in
the
corner
and
addressed
to
Mr.
Benjamin
Button
.
Benjamin
tore
it
open
eagerly
,
and
read
the
enclosure
with
delight
.
It
informed
him
that
many
reserve
officers
who
had
served
in
the
Spanish-American
War
were
being
called
back
into
service
with
a
higher
rank
,
and
it
enclosed
his
commission
as
brigadier-general
in
the
United
States
army
with
orders
to
report
immediately
.
Benjamin
jumped
to
his
feet
fairly
quivering
with
enthusiasm
.
This
was
what
he
had
wanted
.
He
seized
his
cap
,
and
ten
minutes
later
he
had
entered
a
large
tailoring
establishment
on
Charles
Street
,
and
asked
in
his
uncertain
treble
to
be
measured
for
a
uniform
.
"
Want
to
play
soldier
,
sonny
?
"
demanded
a
clerk
casually
.
Benjamin
flushed
.
"
Say
!
Never
mind
what
I
want
!
"
he
retorted
angrily
.
"
My
name
's
Button
and
I
live
on
Mt.
Vernon
Place
,
so
you
know
I
'm
good
for
it
.
"
"
Well
,
"
admitted
the
clerk
hesitantly
,
"
if
you
're
not
,
I
guess
your
daddy
is
,
all
right
.
"
Benjamin
was
measured
,
and
a
week
later
his
uniform
was
completed
.
He
had
difficulty
in
obtaining
the
proper
general
's
insignia
because
the
dealer
kept
insisting
to
Benjamin
that
a
nice
V.
W.
C.
A.
badge
would
look
just
as
well
and
be
much
more
fun
to
play
with
.
