"
Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner
in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr. Miller
had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward.
But Randolph immediately added, "My father's in Schenectady.
He's got a big business. My father's rich, you bet!"
"Well!" ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol and looking
at the embroidered border. Winterbourne presently released
the child, who departed, dragging his alpenstock along the path.
"He doesn't like Europe," said the young girl. "He wants
to go back."
"To Schenectady, you mean?"
"Yes; he wants to go right home. He hasn't got any boys here.
There is one boy here, but he always goes round with a teacher;
they won't let him play."
"And your brother hasn't any teacher?" Winterbourne inquired.
"Mother thought of getting him one, to travel round with us.
There was a lady told her of a very good teacher;
an American lady--perhaps you know her--Mrs. Sanders.
I think she came from Boston. She told her of this teacher,
and we thought of getting him to travel round with us.
But Randolph said he didn't want a teacher traveling round with us.
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