The
housekeeper
will look after you, and Keneu has my rooms.
Kipling - Poems
Obey.
"
"Dick," said Torpenhow, next morning, "can I do anything for you? "
"No! Leave me alone. How often must I remind you that I'm blind? "
"Nothing I could go for to fetch for to carry for to bring? "
"No. Take those infernal creaking boots of yours away. "
"Poor chap! " said Torpenhow to himself. "I must have been sitting on his
nerves lately. He wants a lighter step. " Then, aloud, "Very well. Since
you're so independent, I'm going off for four or five days. Say goodbye
at least.
The housekeeper will look after you, and Keneu has my rooms. "
Dick's face fell. "You won't be longer than a week at the outside? I
know I'm touched in the temper, but I can't get on without you. "
"Can't you? You'll have to do without me in a little time, and you'll be
glad I'm gone. "
Dick felt his way back to the big chair, and wondered what these things
might mean. He did not wish to be tended by the housekeeper, and yet
Torpenhow's constant tenderness jarred on him. He did not exactly know
what he wanted. The darkness would not lift, and Maisie's unopened
letters felt worn and old from much handling. He could never read them
for himself as long as life endured; but Maisie might have sent him some
fresh ones to play with. The Nilghai entered with a gift,--a piece of
red modelling-wax. He fancied that Dick might find interest in using his
hands. Dick poked and patted the stuff for a few minutes, and, "Is it
like anything in the world? " he said drearily. "Take it away.
"Dick," said Torpenhow, next morning, "can I do anything for you? "
"No! Leave me alone. How often must I remind you that I'm blind? "
"Nothing I could go for to fetch for to carry for to bring? "
"No. Take those infernal creaking boots of yours away. "
"Poor chap! " said Torpenhow to himself. "I must have been sitting on his
nerves lately. He wants a lighter step. " Then, aloud, "Very well. Since
you're so independent, I'm going off for four or five days. Say goodbye
at least.
The housekeeper will look after you, and Keneu has my rooms. "
Dick's face fell. "You won't be longer than a week at the outside? I
know I'm touched in the temper, but I can't get on without you. "
"Can't you? You'll have to do without me in a little time, and you'll be
glad I'm gone. "
Dick felt his way back to the big chair, and wondered what these things
might mean. He did not wish to be tended by the housekeeper, and yet
Torpenhow's constant tenderness jarred on him. He did not exactly know
what he wanted. The darkness would not lift, and Maisie's unopened
letters felt worn and old from much handling. He could never read them
for himself as long as life endured; but Maisie might have sent him some
fresh ones to play with. The Nilghai entered with a gift,--a piece of
red modelling-wax. He fancied that Dick might find interest in using his
hands. Dick poked and patted the stuff for a few minutes, and, "Is it
like anything in the world? " he said drearily. "Take it away.
