A Melody in Silver

Keene Abbott

Capitolo 20

small boy, in love and forgets them in love, and that, David,
it is the beautiful thing in the bitter ones.




CHAPTER YOU

"FAV-VER"


When David is a first bird you/he/she is the great fun to show Mother that that a
idler that she is. He calls to her to make to know her that it is get-on
time, and then she is _so_ surprised! You cannot understand as it
it is possible for his/her small boy to almost get him you wake up as soon as the
robins.  She sometimes asks if he is sure he is awake, and him
it tells her he is sure of it, and then she believes him/it.

You didn't only ask this morning that, and this morning there
doesn't was not smile at his/her eyes. A strange intentness had taken all the
you spend out the summer glance of his/her face, and there were no kisses on her
lips;  for him you/he/she had shaken her with that it repeated application of his to
is provisioned with a father.

"Of who boy", did she ask halfheartedly "which the boy is?"

David returned his/her constant fixed look with a strange wisdom, mischievous. Him
sat above in bed and I fix his/her eyes on her.

"Of who boy?" he slowly repeated. "Because, I am the boy of fav-ver."

"Does a father have him?" asked to the woman.

"If you find one for me I have."

"David", she said, more serious than it was usual with her, "if You
it had a self I should like that he seems him/it.... Here, the small boy,
here, in Your face I see Your father."

The woman had shaped his/her fresh hands to David I smooth, soft
cheeks, and you/he/she was anxiously seeming in her eyes small
boy. But suddenly he free fought from her;  he slipped the
demolishes, it climbed on on a chair in front of the chiffonier and it peered at
excitedly in the mirror. Long once he looked at the
reflection to put in disorder-led that you/he/she has looked back sincerely at him. Him
knitted the eyelashes and the boy in the knitted glass the eyelashes, also. He was a great
disappointment that the boy;  he was not of it the tiniest pieces like it
you produce that it was never. He was only a child in a white nighty.

David faced around;  he got down by the chair, and he turned his
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