I love you with all my heart--with all my heart--in
my own fashion."
* * * * *
He had been asleep an hour, perhaps more, when something awakened him,
and he found himself sitting bolt upright in bed, dawn already
whitening his windows.
Somebody was knocking. He swung out of bed, stepped into his
bath-slippers, and, passing swiftly to the door, opened it. Gerald stood
there, fully dressed.
"I'm going to town on the early train," began the boy--"I thought I'd
tell you--"
"Nonsense! Gerald, go back to bed!"
"I can't sleep, Philip--"
"Can't sleep? Oh, that's the trouble, is it? Well, then, sit here and
talk to me." He gave a mighty yawn--"I'm not sleepy, either; I can go
days without it. Here!--here's a comfortable chair to sprawl in. . . .
It's daylight already; doesn't the morning air smell sweet? I've a jug
of milk and some grapes and peaches in my ice-cupboard if you feel
inclined. No? All right; stretch out, sight for a thousand yards, and
fire at will.
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