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At first no one heard, for his nursery was in the west wing, and the nurse was talking to a gardener among the laurels. Then the housekeeper passed that way, and hurried to soothe him. He was her special pet, and she disapproved of the nurse. AT FIRST NO ONE HEARD FOR HIS NURSERY WAS IN THE WEST WING AND THE NURSE WAS TALKING TO THE GARDENER AMONG THE LAURELS THEN THE HOUSEKEEPER PASSED THAT WAY AND HURRIED TO SOOTHE HIM HE WAS HER SPECIAL PET AND SHE DISAPPROVED OF THE NURSE
an anything else,” I answered, slowly and judicially, that every word might carry weight in the appointed scheme of things. Up till then, you will observe, I had taken no part in that war. He was an Englishman, but he collected his belongings as swiftly as had the American, ages before, and leaped upon the platform, crying: “Can I be of any service? I’m a doctor.” From the lamp-room I heard a wearied voice wailing “Another bloomin’ doctor!” And the seven forty-five carried me on, a step nearer to Eternity, by the road that is worn and seamed and channelled with the passions, and weaknesses, and warring interests of man who is immortal and master of his fate. THE BRUSHWOOD BOY Girls and boys, come out to play The moon is shining as bright as day! Leave your supper and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows out in the street! Up the ladder and down the wall— A child of three sat up in his crib and screamed at the top of his voice, his fists clinched and his eyes full of terror.  SECTION ONE OF THE BRUSHWOOD BOY THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBERVOX DOT ORG RECORDING BY LEOM NEELIE THE BRUSHWOOD BOY BY RUDYARD KIPLING SECTION ONE THE BRUSHOOD BOY GIRLS AND BOYS COME OUT TO PLAY THE MOON IS SHINING BRIGHT AS DAY LEAVE YOUR SUPPER AND LEAVE YOUR SLEEP AND COME WITH YOUR PLAYFELLOWS OUT IN THE STREET UP THE LADDER AND DOWN THE WALL A CHILD OF THREE SAT UP IN HIS CRIB AND SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE HIS FISTS CLENCHED AND HIS EYES FULL OF TERROR
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