He swung his book-strap in greeting to his mother while rolling more slowly up the rose-bordered path to the veranda. He thought his mother’s face looked tired; but the smile there welcomed him warmly, and he forgot the tired look with her first words.,
Al Newman arranged all the theatre parties for his wife and guests. He opened up the piano as he spoke and turned to the musician.,
“Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day..
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