A Melody in Silver eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 72 pages of information about A Melody in Silver.

But before reaching her, David suddenly found himself seized by some mysterious force which sent him floating into space.  Back and forth he swam like, a pendulum, and when he alighted, it was on a man’s shoulder, and the man was Dr. Redfield.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked.

David would not be comforted.  He struggled to the ground.

“What’s the use?” he demanded between sobs.  “What’s the use of being four years old?”



“New shoes!  Where in the world did we get new shoes?”

Dr. Redfield was the first to rightly appreciate the grandeur of them, and he was delighted to hear how they could squeak.  Land sakes! but they were wonderful.  Greatly astonished he was, and so swollen with pride was the little boy that he didn’t care—­not so very much—­even if his old friend had failed to put on his top hat.

“Are you going to do it?”

That was David’s first question.  He was rather anxious, because he did not believe that this big comrade of his had come properly attired to waylay anybody.

“Surely I am.”

The Doctor was prompt, but puzzled.  He didn’t know what he was going to do.  Then, for a space, man and boy looked at each other inquiringly.  They were both waiting and they were both wondering.

“Has it begun to start yet?”

There was expectancy in David’s voice.

“You mean, I suppose—­that is—­”

“Yes, yes! You know!” David gravely wagged his head.

The Doctor took off his hat and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.

“If you were a little more definite—­not quite so vague and uncertain,” he hopelessly suggested.

It was then that a sudden inspiration saved the day for him.  He began to talk in a big and solemn voice.

“I perceive, sir,” he said, “that you have reached the age for being waylaid.  You are four years old, and by an ancient decree of all the Medes and Persians, that makes you my prisoner, to hold in hostage until that ungracious dame, your mother, shall subscribe unto me suitable and sufficient ransom.”

David clapped his hands gleefully.

“Go on!” he demanded.  “Go on!  Now what?”

“Well, when you have all that said to you, it means that if you find a doctor skulking about within ten feet of you, it is then your perfect right to press him into your service.  If you command him to give you a ride on his back, he will have to do it.  It’s undignified and he doesn’t believe in it, but that’s where you have him at your mercy.  He has to obey; he has to go any place you tell him to go.  If you say he must take you to a toy shop, that settles it.  He has no choice in the matter.  He has to do it.  That is always the rule when a little boy is four years old.”

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