Who'd ever suspect it in a man of your
age and--and avoirdupois!"
"Avoirdupois!" he snorted. "Can't a man continue to have ideas now and
then, even if he does become a--a trifle plump. And that boy--why,
Sarah I tell you----!"
And then his sister put one hand over his lips.
"I know, Cal," she interrupted placidly. "I know! You're going to
tell me, once more, your pet theory that there's many a boy in that
backwoods who might paint a great canvas, or model a deathless
bronze--or--or lead a lost cause, if he could only be found and
provided with the chance. It sounds--it sounds very big and grand and
romantic, Cal, but has it ever occurred to you that anyone big enough
for things like those would find the way himself?"
Immediately, jerkily, Caleb started to straighten up.
Argumentatively--and then she checked him.
"Oh, I know you don't believe it and I--I don't think I do myself, Cal.
A man has to know what opportunity is before he can go out and hunt up
his own big chance. I just said it for the sake of argument, Cal.
I--I'm like Samanthy--ole Samanthy, you know! I'm a woman, and when I
git my teeth sot in a argumint I never do let up. Have your dreams,
you--you boy! And in the meantime, if you have any plans, tell me,
please, what are you going to do with him in the morning?"
Caleb Hunter bobbed his head, vehemently.
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