It was then
that he longed for the comfort which only his dear mentor could
give.
On these occasions Mrs. McGuffey would take the lace cover off
Miss Felicia's bureau, as a matter of precaution, provided that
lady was away and the room available, and roll in a big tub for
the young gentleman--"who do be washin' hisself all the time and
he that sloppy that I'm afeared everything will be spi'lt for the
mistress," and Jack would slip out of his working clothes (he
would often come away in his flannel shirt and loose tie,
especially when he was late in paying off) and shed his heavy
boots with the red clay of Jersey still clinging to their soles,
and get into his white linen and black clothes and dress shoes,
and then the two chums would lock arms and saunter up Fifth Avenue
to dine either at one of Peter's clubs or at some house where he
and that "handsome young ward of yours, Mr. Grayson--do bring him
again," were so welcome.
If Miss Felicia was in town and her room in use, there was never
any change in the programme, Mrs.
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