G'long,
Goliath!"
Goliath went along, and Mrs. Frederick Richie, who lived in the
Stuffed Animal House, looking listlessly from an upper window, saw the
hood of the buggy jogging by and smiled suddenly. "Thank Heaven!" she
said.
Benjamin Wright had not thanked Heaven when Dr. Lavendar drove away.
He had been as disagreeable as usual to his visitor, but being a very
lonely old man he enjoyed having a visitor to whom to be disagreeable.
He lived on his hilltop a mile out of Old Chester, with his "nigger"
Simmons, his canary-birds, and his temper. More than thirty years
before he had quarrelled with his only son Samuel, and the two men had
not spoken to each other since. Old Chester never knew what this
quarrel had been about; Dr. Lavendar, speculating upon it as he and
Goliath went squashing through the mud that April afternoon, wondered
which was to blame. "Pot and kettle, probably," he decided. "Samuel's
goodness is very irritating sometimes, and Benjamin's badness is--
well, it's not as distressing as it should be. But what a forlorn old
critter he is! And this Mrs. Richie is lonely too--a widow, with no
children, poor woman! I must call next week. Goliath wouldn't like to
turn round now and climb the hill again. Danny, I fear Goliath is very
selfish."
Goliath's selfishness carried them home and landed Dr. Lavendar at his
own fireside, rather tired and full of good intentions in regard to
calls.
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