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"Perfect! By Jove, it's perfect!" Georgie was looking at the round bosomed woods beyond the home paddock, where the white pheasant boxes were ranged; and the golden air was full of a hundred sacred scents and sounds. Georgie felt his father's arm tighten in his. PERFECT BY JOVE IT'S PERFECT GEORGIE WAS LOOKING AT THE ROUND BOSOMED WOODS BEYOND THE HOME PADDOCK WHERE THE WHITE PHEASANT BOXES WERE RANGED AND THE GOLDEN AIR WAS FULL OF A HUNDRED SACRED SCENTS AND SOUNDS GEORGIE FELT HIS FATHER'S ARM TIGHTEN IN HIS
 youth, and called him “Master Georgie,” and was reproved by the groom who had taught Georgie to ride. “Not a thing changed,” he sighed contentedly, when the three of them sat down to dinner in the late sunlight, while the rabbits crept out upon the lawn below the cedars, and the big trout in the ponds by the home paddock rose for their evening meal. “_Our_ changes are all over, dear,” cooed the mother; “and now I am getting used to your size and your tan (you’re very brown, Georgie), I see you haven’t changed in the least. You’re exactly like the pater.” The father beamed on this man after his own heart,—“youngest major in the army, and should have had the V.C., sir,”—and the butler listened with his professional mask off when Master Georgie spoke of war as it is waged to-day, and his father cross-questioned. They went out on the terrace to smoke among the roses, and the shadow of the old house lay long across the wonderful English foliage, which is the only living green in the world. NDER KEEPER WHO HAD BEEN DOG BOY IN GEORGIE'S YOUTH AND CALLED HIM MASTER GEORGIE AND WAS REPROVED BY THE GROOM WHO HAD TAUGHT GEORGIE TO RIDE NOT A THING CHANGED HE SIGHED CONTENTEDLY WHEN THE THREE OF THEM SAT DOWN TO DINNER IN THE LATE SUNLIGHT WHILE THE RABBITS CREPT OUT UPON THE LAWN BELOW THE CEDARS AND THE BIG TROUT IN THE PONDS BY THE HOME PADDOCK ROSE FOR THEIR EVENING MEAL OUR CHANGES ARE ALL OVER DEAR COOED THE MOTHER AND NOW I'M GETTING USED TO YOUR SIZE AND YOUR TAN YOUR VERY BROWN GEORGIE I SEE YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED IN THE LEAST YOU'RE EXACTLY LIKE THE PATER THE FATHER BEAMED ON THIS MAN AFTER HIS OWN HEART YOUNGEST MAJOR IN THE ARMY AND SHOULD HAVE HAD THE V C SIR AND THE BUTLER LISTENED WITH HIS PROFESSIONAL MASK OFF WHEN MASTER GEORGIE SPOKE OF WAR AS ITS WAGE TO DAY AND HIS FATHER CROSS QUESTIONED THEY WENT OUT ON THE TERRACE TO SMOKE AMONG THE ROSES AND THE SHADOW OF THE OLD HOUSE LAY LONG ACROSS THE WONDERFUL ENGLISH FOLIAGE WHICH IS THE ONLY LIVING GREEN IN THE WORLD
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