to utter. "You're right. Don't worry them," Pemberton pursued.

"Except for that, they ARE charming people."

"Except for THEIR lying and THEIR cheating?"

"I say - I say!" cried Pemberton, imitating a little tone of the

lad's which was itself an imitation.

"We must be frank, at the last; we MUST come to an understanding,"

said Morgan with the importance of the small boy who lets himself

think he is arranging great affairs - almost playing at shipwreck

or at Indians. "I know all about everything."

"I dare say your father has his reasons,'' Pemberton replied, but

too vaguely, as he was aware.

"For lying and cheating?"

"For saving and managing and turning his means to the best account.

He has plenty to do with his money. You're an expensive family."

"Yes, I'm very expensive," Morgan concurred in a manner that made

his preceptor burst out laughing.

"He's saving for YOU," said Pemberton. "They think of you in

everything they do."

"He might, while he's about it, save a little - " The boy paused,

and his friend waited to hear what. Then Morgan brought out oddly:

"A little reputation."

"Oh there's plenty of that. That's all right!"

"Enough of it for the people they know, no doubt. The people they

know are awful."

"Do you mean the princes? We mustn't abuse the princes."

"Why not? They haven't married Paula - they haven't married Amy.

They only clean out Ulick."

"You DO know everything!" Pemberton declared.

"No, I don't, after all. I don't know what they live on, or how

they live, or WHY they live! What have they got and how did they

get it? Are they rich, are they poor, or have they a modeste

aisance? Why are they always chiveying me about - living one year

like ambassadors and the next like paupers? Who are they, any way,

and what are they? I've thought of all that - I've thought of a

lot of things. They're so beastly worldly. That's what I hate

most - oh, I've SEEN it! All they care about is to make an

appearance and to pass for something or other. What the dickens do

they want to pass for? What DO they, Mr. Pemberton?"

"You pause for a reply," said Pemberton, treating the question as a

joke, yet wondering too and greatly struck with his mate's intense

if imperfect vision. "I haven't the least idea."

"And what good does it do? Haven't I seen the way people treat

them - the 'nice' people, the ones they want to know? They'll take

anything from them - they'll lie down and be trampled on. The nice

ones hate that - they just sicken them. You're the only really

nice person we know."

"Are you sure? They don't lie down for me!"

"Well, you shan't lie down for them. You've got to go - that's

what you've got to do," said Morgan.

"And what will become of you?"

"Oh I'm growing up. I shall get off before long. I'll see you


"You had better let me finish you," Pemberton urged, lending

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