[Jbotrace-users] replied Bean judicially. H

[Manaugh <son...@sw...>]

Lutching his shell. The minister came the next day, and many people, and
the minister talked to them about his mother. The two Uncle Bunkers were
there, grim, hard-mouthed, glaring, for they hated each other as only
brothers can hate. He wondered if they would still let him be partly a
Bunker, now that his mother was gone. He wondered also at the novel
consideration he saw being shown to his father. Dressed in a new suit of
black, with an unaccustomed black hat, his father was plainly become a
man of importance. He was one apart, and people of undoubted consequence
deferred to him--to the very last. He earnestly wished his mother could
see that; his nervous little mother with the flushed face and tired
eyes, always terrifically concerned about one small matter or another.
He thought she would have liked to see that his father was some one,
after all. II The Chicago epoch began a year later. The true nature of
its causes never lay quite clearly in the mind of Bean. There was,
first, an entirely new Uncle Bunker whom he had never seen, but whom he
at once liked very much. He was a younger, more beautiful uncle, with a
gay, light manner and expensive clothing. He wore a magnificent gold
watch and chain, and jewelled rings flashed from his white f