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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"A Man for the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy"

Naturally, they felt a sense of elation,
although Mrs. Kelso, being a woman of shrewdness, was not carried away.
Mr. Kelso had gone to Offut's store and the three had the cabin to
themselves.
"I think he's just a wonderful man!" Bim exclaimed. "But I'm sorry his
name is so much like figs and pigs. I'm plum sure I'm going to love him."
"I thought you were in love with Harry Needles," Bim's mother said to
her.
"I am. But he keeps me so busy. I have to dress him up every day and put
a mustache on him and think up ever so many nice things for him to say,
and when he comes he doesn't say them. He's terribly young."
"The same age as you. I think he is a splendid boy--so does everybody."
"I have to make all his courage for him, and then he never will use it,"
Bim went on. "He has never said whether he likes my looks or not."
"But there's time enough for that--you are only a child," said her
mother. "You told me that he said once you were beautiful."
"But he has never said it twice, and when he did say it, I didn't believe
my ears, he spoke so low.


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