P. Ellersly's wife had a crazy brother, and they
undertook to keep him at the house. First morning he was there he
walked straight though a ten-dollar plate-glass window out into the
yard. He says, 'Oh, look at the pretty dandelion!' That's what
you're doin'! You want to spend your life sayin', 'Oh, look at the
pretty dandelion!' and you don't care a tinker's dam' what you bust!
Well, mister, loon or no loon, cracked and crazy or whatever you are,
I'll take you with me Monday morning, and I'll work you and learn you
--yes, and I'll lam you, if I got to--until I've made something out of
you that's fit to be called a business man! I'll keep at you while
I'm able to stand, and if I have to lay down to die I'll be whisperin'
at you till they get the embalmin'-fluid into me! Now go on, and
don't let me hear from you again till you can come and tell me you've
waked up, you poor, pitiful, dandelion-pickin' SLEEP-WALKER!"
Bibbs gave him a queer look. There was something like reproach in it,
for once; but there was more than that--he seemed to be startled by
his father's last word.
CHAPTER XXV
There was sleet that evening, with a whopping wind, but neither this
storm nor that other which so imminently threatened him held place
in the consciousness of Bibbs Sheridan when he came once more to the
presence of Mary.
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