"We are going home, Walters," the Plunger whispered drowsily. "We are
going home; home to England and Harringford and the governor--and we
are going to be happy for all the rest of our lives." He paused a
moment, and Walters bent forward over the bed and held his breath to
listen.
"For he came to me," murmured the boy, as though he was speaking in
his sleep, "when I was yet a great way off--while I was yet a great
way off, and ran to meet me--"
His voice sank until it died away into silence, and a few hours later,
when Walters came to wake him, he found his master sleeping like a
child and smiling in his sleep.
THE CYNICAL MISS CATHERWAIGHT
Miss Catherwaight's collection of orders and decorations and medals
was her chief offence in the eyes of those of her dear friends who
thought her clever but cynical.
All of them were willing to admit that she was clever, but some of
them said she was clever only to be unkind.
Young Van Bibber had said that if Miss Catherwaight did not like
dances and days and teas, she had only to stop going to them instead
of making unpleasant remarks about those who did. So many people
repeated this that young Van Bibber believed finally that he had said
something good, and was somewhat pleased in consequence, as he was not
much given to that sort of thing.
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