"Oh, no!" she cried.
"What's the trouble?"
"I'm almost sure people notice it when I bow to them."
"Oh, I see!" said Jim. "Of course they would ordinarily, but Bibbs
is funny."
"Is he? How?" she asked. "He strikes me as anything but funny."
"Well, I'm his brother," Jim said, deprecatingly, "but I don't know
what he's like, and, to tell the truth, I've never felt exactly like
I WAS his brother, the way I do Roscoe. Bibbs never did seem more
than half alive to me. Of course Roscoe and I are older, and when
we were boys we were too big to play with him, but he never played
anyway, with boys his own age. He'd rather just sit in the house and
mope around by himself. Nobody could ever get him to DO anything;
you can't get him to do anything now. He never had any LIFE in him;
and honestly, if he is my brother, I must say I believe Bibbs Sheridan
is the laziest man God ever made! Father put him in the machine-shop
over at the Pump Works--best thing in the world for him--and he was
just plain no account. It made him sick! If he'd had the right kind
of energy--the kind father's got, for instance, or Roscoe, either--
why, it wouldn't have made him sick.
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