The Little Socks of Mister Bower

Mister bower talked well in this genial atmosphere and did himself justice. He seldom spoke to laurie but he looked at him often, as if regretting his own lost youth. Aunta stealthy glance now and then refreshed her like sips of fresh water after a dusty walk. For the sidelong peeps showed her several propitious omens. Mister bowers face had lost the ent minded expression and looked all alive with interest in the present moment. And jo liked it rampantly erect better than flat, because she thought it gave his fine forehead a jove like aspect.