Nobody
existed save the President and the boy. The anteroom was full; in the
Cabinet-room a delegation waited to be addressed. But affairs of state
were at a complete standstill as, with boyish zeal, the President
became oblivious to all but the boy before him.
"Now, Curtis, I've got some pictures here of bears that a friend of
mine has just shot. Look at that whopper, fifteen hundred
pounds--that's as much as a horse weighs, you know. Now, my friend
shot him"--and it was a toss-up who was the more keenly interested, the
real boy or the man-boy, as picture after picture came out and bear
adventure crowded upon the heels of bear adventure.
"Gee, he's a corker, all right!" came from the boy at one point, and
then, from the President: "That's right, he is a corker. Now you see
his head here"--and then both were off again.
The private secretary came in at this point and whispered in the
President's ear.
"I know, I know. I'll see him later. Say that I am very busy now."
And the face beamed with smiles.
"Now, Mr.
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