father, bit his lips, clenched his hands, merry1220
and didn't cry a bit. Rawdon told that story at the clubs, at the
mess, to everybody in town. "By Gad, sir," he explained to the public in general, "what a good plucked one that boy of
mine is-what a trump he is! I half-sent his head through the ceiling, by Gad, and he wouldn't cry for fear of disturbing
Sometimes-once or twice in a week—that lady visited the upper regions in which the child lived. She came like a
vivified figure out of the Magasin des Modes- blandly smiling in the most beautiful new clothes and little gloves and
boots. Wonderful scarfs, laces,Moncler Coats Men and jewels glittered about her. She had always a new bonnet on, and flowers
bloomed perpetually in it, or else magnificent curling ostrich feathers, soft and snowy as camellias. She nodded twice
or thrice patronizingly to the little boy, who looked up from his dinner or from the pictures of soldiers he was painting.
When she left the room, an odour of rose, or some other magical fragrance, lingered about the nursery. She was an
unearthly being in his eyes, superior to his father-to all the world: to be worshipped and admired at a distance. To
drive with that lady in the carriage was an awful rite: Moncler Coats Women he sat up in the back seat and did not dare to speak: he gazed with
all his eyes at the beautifully dressed Princess opposite to him. Gentlemen on splendid prancing horses came up and
smiled and talked with her. How her eyes beamed upon all of them! Her hand used to quiver and wave gracefully as
they passed. When he went out with her he had his new red dress on. His old brown holland was good enough when
he stayed at home. Sometimes, when she was away, and Dolly his maid was making his bed, he came into his
mother's room. It was as the abode of a fairy to him--a mystic chamber of splendour and delights. There in the
wardrobe hung those wonderful robes-pink and blue and many-tinted. There was the jewel-case, silver-clasped, and
the wondrous bronze hand on the dressing-table, glistening all over with a hundred rings. There was the cheval-glass,
that miracle of art, Moncler
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and as if up in the ceiling), plumping and patting the pillows of the bed. Oh, thou poor lonely little benighted boy!
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children; and here was one who was worshipping a stone!