"'But Doogulus round him drew his cloak,'" Perry was buttoning the two
top buttons of his Prince Albert as his voice rang out. "'Folded his
arms and thus he spoke.'"
Annagretta Holmes is only three years old. They send her to school to
keep her warm and out of mischief. She sat on the very front row, right
under Perry's eye. The poor child didn't understand why Teacher Thomas
should stare so at her, and she let out one long, unending bleat. This
gave me a chance to send Lulu Ann Nummler out of the room in charge of
the infant, and I rested easier when Perry drew his Prince Albert around
him once more and spoke.
A grand figure Perry would have made in Tantallion's towers. I forgot
the school, and the village and the valley, as I sat there looking out of
the window into the sky. I am in those towers when Marmion stops to bid
adieu, but in place of the proud Scottish noble, Perry Thomas stands
confronting the English warrior. What a pair they make--the knight armed
cap-a-pie, at his charger's side, and Perry in that close-fitting, shiny
coat that has seen so many great occasions in the valley.
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