Punch, or the London Charivari
Punch, or the London Charivari
Volume 159, August 11, 1920
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en a photograph, but which the ravages of time had long since reduced to a faded and almost indecipherable problem.
"Dear," she said, "you know this portrait of Clara's boy, the one in the sailor suit, from my writing-table? I was looking at it just now----"
I interrupted her (it really was one of my rushed mornings). "I've been looking at it any time these fifteen years," I observed bitterly, "watching it become every day more and more fly-blown and like nothing on earth. What entitles it to special notice at this moment?"
"Nothing--much," said Ursula; but from the tone of her voice experience taught me that sentiment was only just out of sight. "I was wondering whether to burn it----"
"Good."
"And then I thought that, as he was married the other day and is quite likely to have a boy of his own, it would be interesting to compare this early portrait."
"It would," I assented grimly. Perhaps disappointment had made me brutal. "There's almost nothing, from the Alps at m
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