His father did not seem to hear it. He tilted his chair farther back, perched his feet on the porch railing, and unfolded his newspaper. It was a mild April morning, and the Osborne family had drifted out on the porch,--Mr. Osborne with his papers and Mrs. Osborne with her sewing; Sweet William was playing jackstraws with himself, Patsy sat on the steps with her back to the others, especially Dick, who, however, was pitying himself too much to notice her.…
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