But during the winter of the year in which he became sixteen there were two, you might have said three, who broke in upon this solitude11.
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In walking to the Latin School from Grove Street he was in the habit of going through Louisburg Square. If you know Boston you know Louisburg Square as that quaint3 red-brick rectangle, like many in the more Georgian parts of London, which commemorates12 the gallant13 dash of the New England colonists14 on the French fortress15 of Louisburg in Cape16 Breton. It is the heart of that conservative old Boston, which is now shrinking in size and importance before the onset17 of the foreigner till it has become like a small beleaguered18 citadel19. Here the descendants of the Puritans barricade20 themselves behind their financial walls, as their ancestors within their stockades21, while their city is handed over to the Irishman and the Italian as an undefended town. The Boston of tradition is a Boston of tradition only. Like the survivors22 of Noah's deluge23 clinging to the top of a rock, they to whom the Boston of tradition was bequeathed are driven back on Beacon24 Hill as a final refuge from the billows rising round them. A high-bred, cultivated, sympathetic people, they have so given away their heritage as to be but a negligible factor in the State, in the country, of which their fathers and grandfathers may be said once to have kept the conscience.
But to Tom Whitelaw Louisburg Square meant only the dignified25 fronts and portals behind which lived the rich people who had no point of contact with himself. They couldn't have ignored him more completely than he ignored them. He thought of them as little as the lion cub26 in a circus parade thinks of the people of the city through which he passes in proces
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sions. Then, one day, one of these strangers spoke27 to him.
It was a youth of about his own age. More than once, as Tom went by, and the stout28 boy stood on the sidewalk in front of his own house, they had looked each other up and down with unabashed mutual29 appraisal30. Tom saw a lad too short for his width, and unhealthily flabby. He had puffy hands, and puffy cheeks, with eyes seeming smaller than they were because the puffy eyelids31 covered them. The mouth had those appealing curves comically troubled in repose32, but fulfilling their purpose in giggling33. On the first occasion when Tom passed by the lips were set to the serious task of inspection34. They said nothing; they betrayed nothing. Tom himself thought nothing, except that the boy was fat.
They had looked at each other some two or three times a week, for perhaps a month, when one day the fat boy said, "Hullo!" Tom also said, "Hullo!" continuing on his way. A day or two later they repeated these salutations, though neither forsook35 his attitude of reserve. The fat boy did this first, speaking when they had hullo'ed each other for the third or fourth time. His voice was high and girlish, and yet with a male crack in it.
"What school do you go to?"
Tom stopped. "I go to the Latin School. What school do you go to?"
"I go to Doolittle and Pray's."
"That's the big private school in Marlborough Street, isn't it?"
The fat boy made the inarticulate grunt36 which with
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most Americans means "Yes." "I was put down for Groton, only mother wouldn't let me leave home. I'm going to Harvard."
"I'm going to Harvard, too. What class do you expect to be in?"
The fat boy replied that he expected to be in the class of nineteen-nineteen.
Tom said he expected to be in that class himself.
"Now I've got to beat it to the Latin School. So long!"
"So long!"
Tom carried to his school in the Fenway an unusual feeling of elation37. With friendly intent someone had approached him from the world outside. It was not the first time it had ever happened, but it was the first time it had ever happened in just this way. He could see already that the fat boy was not one of those he would have chosen for a friend; but he was so lonely that he welcomed anyone. Moreover, he divined that the fat boy was lonely, too. Boys of that type, the Miss Nancy and the mother's darling type, were often consumed by loneliness, and no one ever pitied them. Few went to their aid when other boys "picked" on them, but of those few Tom Whitelaw was always one. He found them, once you had accepted their mannerisms, as well worth knowing as other boys, while they spared him a scrap38 of admiration39. It was possible that in this fat boy he might find the long-sought fellow who would not "turn him down" on discovering that he lived in Grove Street. Being turned down in this way had made him sick at heart so often that he had decided40 never any more to
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make or trust advances. In suffering temptation again he assured himself that it would be for the last time in his life.
On returning from school he looked for the boy in Louisburg Square, but he was not there. A few hundred yards farther, however, he came in for another adventure.
The January morning had been mild, with melting snow. By midday the wind had shifted to the north, with a falling thermometer. By late afternoon the streets were coated with a glaze41 of ice. Tom could swagger down the slope of Grove Street easily enough in the security of rubber soles.
But not so a girl, whose slippers42 and high French heels made her helpless on the steep glare. Having ventured over the brow of the hill, she found herself held. A step into the air would have been as easy as another on this slippery descent. The best she could do was to sway in the keen wind, keeping her balance with the grace of one of the blue spruces which used to be blown about at Bere. Her outstretched arms waved up and down, as a blue spruce waves its branches. Coming abreast43 of her, Tom found her laughing to herself, but on seeing him she laughed frankly44 and aloud.
"Oh, catch me! I'm going to tumble! Ow-w-w!"
Tom snatched at one hand, while she caught him by the shoulder with the other.
"Saved! Wasn't it lucky that you came along? You're the Whitelaw boy, aren't you?"
Tom admitted that he was, though his new sensations, with this exquisite45 creature clinging to him like
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a drowning man to his rescuer, choked the monosyllable in his throat. Though he had often in a scrimmage protected little boys, he had never before been thrown into this comic, laughing tussle46 with a girl. It had the excuse for itself that she couldn't stand unless he held her up. He held her firmly, looking into her dancing eyes with his first emotional consciousness of a girl's prettiness.
His arm supporting her, she ventured on a step. "I'm Maisie Danker," she explained, while taking it. "I see you going in and out the house."
"I've never seen you."
"Perhaps you've seen me and not noticed me."
"I couldn't," he declared, with vehemence47. "I've never seen you before in my life. If I had...."
Her high heels so nearly slipped from under her that they were compelled to hold each other as if in an embrace. "If you had—what?"
He knew what, but the words in which to say it needed a higher mode of utterance48. The red lips, the glowing cheeks, had the vitality49 of the lively eyes. A red tam-o'-shanter, a red knitted thing like a heavenly translation of his own earthly sweater, were bewitchingly diabolic when worn with a black skirt, black stockings, and black shoes.
As he did not respond to her challenge, she went on with her self-introduction. "I guess you haven't seen me, because I only arrived three days ago. I'm Mrs. Danker's niece. Live in Nashua. Worked in the woolen50 mills there. Now I've come to visit my aunt for the winter."
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For the sake of hearing her speak, he asked if she was going to work in Boston.
"I don't know. Maybe I'll take singing lessons. Got a swell51 voice."
If again he was dumb it was because of the failure of his faculties52. Nothing in his experience had prepared him for the give-and-take of a badinage53 in which the surface meanings were the less important. Foolish and helpless, unable to show his manly54 superiority except in the strength with which he held her up, he got a lesson in the new art there and then.
"Ever dance?"
"I'm never asked."
"Oh, it's you that ought to do the asking."
"I mean that I'm never asked where there's dancing going on."
"Gee55, you don't have to be. You just find a girl—and go."
"But I don't know how to dance."
"I'll teach you."
Slipping and sliding, with cries of alarm on her part, and stalwart assurances on his, they approached their own doorstep.
"Ow-w-w! Hold me! I'm going!"
"No you're not—not while I've got you."
"But I don't want to grab you so hard."
"That's all right. I can stand it."
"But I can't. I'm not used to it."
"Then it's a very good time to begin."
"What's the use of beginning if there's nothing to go on with?"
"How do you know there won't be?"
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"Well, what can there be?"
Had Miss Danker always waited for answers to her questions Tom would have been more nonplussed56 than he was. But the game which he didn't know at all she knew thoroughly57, according to her lights. She never left him at a loss for more than a few seconds at a time. Her method being that of touch-and-go, reserving to herself the right of coming back again, she carried his education one step farther still.
"Don't you ever go to the movies?"
He replied that he had gone once or twice with Honey, but not often. To be on the same breezy level as herself, he added in explanation: "Haven't got the dough58."
"But the movies don't take dough, not hardly any."
"They take more than I've got."
"More than you've got? Gee! Then you can't have anything at all."
It was not so much a taunt59 as it was a statement, and yet it was a statement with a little taunt in it. For once driven to bravado60, he gave away a secret.
"Well, I haven't—except what's in the bank."
"Oh, you've got money in the bank, have you?"
"Sure! But I'm keeping it to go to college."
She stared at him as if he had been a duck-billed rabbit, or some variety of fauna61 hitherto unknown.
"Gee! I should think a fellow who had money in the bank would want to blow some of it on having a good time—a fellow with any jazz."
Once more she spared him discomfiture62. Slipping into the hallway, she said over her shoulder as he followed her: "How old are you?"
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"Sixteen."
She flashed round at him. "Sixteen! Gee! I thought you was my age if you was a day. Honest I did. I'm eighteen, an old lady compared with you."
"Oh, but boys are always older than girls, for their age."
"You are, sure. Anyways, you saved me on that slippery hill, and I think you ought to have a kiss for it. Come, baby, kiss your poor old ma."
Though the hallway was dark, the kiss had to be given and taken furtively63. Whatever it was to Maisie Danker, to Tom Whitelaw it was the entrance to a higher and an increased life. The pressure of her lips on his sent through his frame a dynamic glow he had not supposed to be among nature's possibilities. Moreover, it threw light on that experience as to which he had mused64 ever since he had first talked confidentially65 to Bertie Tollivant. Though instinct had taught him something in the intervening years, he had up to this minute gained nothing in the way of practical discovery. Now an horizon that had been dark was lifting to disclose a wonderland.
With her light laugh Maisie had run into her aunt's apartment, and shut the door. Tom began heavily, pensively66, to climb the stairs. But halfway67 up he paused to mark off another stage in his perceptions.
"So that's what it's like! That's why they all think so much about it—and try to hush68 it up!"
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