The girls used to do up their hair and their frocks
themselves, and our young man felt appealed to to be glad, in regard to
Morgan's education, that, though it must naturally be of the best, it
didn't cost too much. After a little he _was_ glad, forgetting at times
his own needs in the interest inspired by the child's character and
culture and the pleasure of making easy terms for him.
During the first weeks of their acquaintance Morgan had been as puzzling
as a page in an unknown language--altogether different from the obvious
little Anglo-Saxons who had misrepresented childhood to Pemberton. Indeed
the whole mystic volume in which the boy had been amateurishly bound
demanded some practice in translation. To-day, after a considerable
interval, there is something phantasmagoria, like a prismatic reflexion
or a serial novel, in Pemberton's memory of the queerness of the Moreens.
If it were not for a few tangible tokens--a lock of Morgan's hair cut by
his own hand, and the half-dozen letters received from him when they were
disjoined--the whole episode and the figures peopling it would seem too
inconsequent for anything but dreamland.
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