Force him to listen to reason. What is one year
spent in finding out just what you are fit for? Come along; I miss you like
the devil; nobody does my things as sympathetically as you do. Give up your
old anthems and your old tinware and tenpennies and come along. I can bolt
from this hole at a week's notice, and we can go into quarters together: a
real bed instead of an upholstered shelf, and a closet big enough for two
wardrobes (if mine really deserves the name). We could get our own
breakfast, and you could take a course in something or other till you found
out just what the Big Town could do for you. In any event you would be
bearing me company, and your company is what I need. So pack up and
appear."
The delay in the posting of this appeal soon brought from Winnebago a
letter outside the usual course of correspondence. It was on a fresh sheet
and under a new date-line that Cope continued. After a page of generalities
and of attention to particular points in the letter from Wisconsin, Cope
took up his own line of thought.
"I had meant, of course, to look in on him within a few days,--no great
hurry about it.
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