forth an outburst of sarcasm about “trying it on your own brain, first.” So Branton Hills’ Council always had so to word a “motion” as to, in a way, blind Simpkins as to its import. Many such a motion had a hard fight showing him its valuation as a municipal law; such as our big Hall of Natural History, our Zoo, and so on.
Now nothing can so light up such a mind as a good laugh. Start a man laughing, good, long and loud, and his mind’s grimy windows will slowly inch upward; snappy, invigorating air will rush in, and—lo! that old snarling, ugly grouch will vanish as hoar-frost in a warm Spring thaw!
And so it got around, on a bright Spring day, to Old Bill sitting on Gadsby’s front porch; outwardly calm, and smoking a good cigar (which didn’t blow up!), but, inwardly just full of snarls and growls about Branton Hills’ Youth.
“Silly half-grown young animals, found out that two plus two is four, and thinking that all things will fit, just that way!”
Now that small girl, “of about six,” who had had Nancy’s baby out in City Park, was passing Gadsby’s mansion, and saw Old Bill. A kid of six has, as you probably know, no formally laid-out plan for its daily activity; anything bobbing up will attract. So, with this childish instability of
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