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Each glanced pleasantly at the other's medal. They faced each other without shame.Neither had the slightest sense of hypocrisy either in himself or in his comrade. On thecontrary!Penrod's eyes went from Sam's medal back to his own; thence they wandered, withperhaps a little disappointment, to the lifeless street and to the empty yards andspectatorless windows of the neighborhood. Then he looked southward toward the busyheart of the town, where multitudes were."Let's go down and see what time it is by the court-house clock," said Penrod.MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS"American, Sir!"[A]"Dear Uncle Bill:" (And why he should have called me "Uncle Bill," Heaven only knows.I was not his uncle and almost never had I been addressed as "Bill." But he chose thename, without explanation, from the first.) "Dear Uncle Bill: Where am I going to invacation? The fellows ask. Their fathers come to Commencement and take them home.I'm the only one out, because my father's dead. And I haven't anybody to belong to. Itwould be great if you'd come. Yours Sincerely—John."