All in a garden fair; the simple story of three boys ... - University Library

98 ALL LV A GARDEN FAIR.
He saw Allen's eyes were flooded, and lie
was fain to hide liis tears in the old schoolboy
fashion—with his knuckles.
'Tell me, Will,* he said, 'do you know
did anyone ever tell you, how my father died ? '
of that;
me.'
' Poor old boy,' said Will, ' you are thinking
' I only heard last night. My mother told
' Why, Allen, it was nearly fifteen years
ago. Think no more about it. Of course we
know. It was his partner's fault. Everybody
knows that. Cheer up, old chap. Let's go
and tell Claire about the City. You shall tell
her about the golden pavement—that's all in
your line—and I'll tell her about the turtle
soup we had for dinner, all for ninepence, eh ?
at a luncheon-bar, after we'd danced on the
pavement and filled our pockets with nuggets.
That's in my line. Hooray ! Who
wouldn't
be in Brimage and Waring's ? What a lucky
pair we are ! I say, Allen, partners always,
man ; no quarrelling between us two. We're