Leffingwell.
"What's this, Timmins, about Asa's going home to-morrow? You get
those fool notions out of Asa's head, and, Timmins, we will
appoint you head nurse for a while. The lad seems to like you."
Timmins smiled and bowed. "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" he said.
And at that moment the ice-cream came in. That Leffingwell cook!
The ice-cream was in the shape of little tents, with a silk flag
sticking gayly out of the ridge pole of each.
The boys noted with satisfaction that the tents were good-sized.
They gave their whole attention to the work in hand, and the
others seemed secretly to agree to put aside the day's
excitements for a space.
After dinner they followed Mr. Leffingwell to his den, where Mrs.
Potter took out her knitting. She had a very large knitting bag,
and it seemed full of balls of wool.
Colonel Bright noticed it. "Looks as though you were going into
the knitting game wholesale."
Mrs. Potter smiled. "Not quite," she said. "I am making two
complete sets for a couple of young men who are going into the
service."
Porky felt of the soft, light yarn. "I say--that's pretty good of
you, mom. Who are your lucky friends?"
"That reminds me of something," said the Colonel.
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