TALKS WITH A KID BROTHER
dow up before I go. Fresh air'll do you good."
The Great Tub of Self-indulgence then went into the other room, brought back a novel and an arm-chair and, putting his feet upon the foot of the bed, began to read aloud while David Haskell waited at the corner of Reunion, swearing at him for breaking his engagement.
"Much obliged to you, Skinney," said Elliot; "but you'd better not stay here."
"Shut up and go to sleep; sick people always sleep, don't you know that?"
"But there's no sense in your loafing indoors on a day like this."
"Do I bother you?" Skinney went on reading and the sick man closed his eyes.
At dinner-time Harrison stopped reading and tiptoed out, and went whistling down to the club, where he told the rest what the Sour Ball had been up to.
After dinner those who had no pressing engagements tramped up to the top floor of Witherspoon. Elliot heard their voices as soon as the entry door slammed downstairs,
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