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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
When William Parlin was a boy, he walked and even talked in his sleep. Mostly he sat in his little red chair by the fire, beloved by the guests of his father's bar.
Willy was rather contrarily made up; a "singular child; there was no regulation to him," "impudent," "very bright and stirring." He often brought home the class medal-a quarter on a red string-and kept an orderly company for the sport of training: drilling and marching with fire-arms. But he also vexed his family with tales he thought were true, and kept friendship with some who led him to do wrong.
This is the story of how he shaped up into the future grandfather the Parlins and Cliffords love.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
When William Parlin was a boy, he walked and even talked in his sleep. Mostly he sat in his little red chair by the fire, beloved by the guests of his father's bar.
Willy was rather contrarily made up; a "singular child; there was no regulation to him," "impudent," "very bright and stirring." He often brought home the class medal-a quarter on a red string-and kept an orderly company for the sport of training: drilling and marching with fire-arms. But he also vexed his family with tales he thought were true, and kept friendship with some who led him to do wrong.
This is the story of how he shaped up into the future grandfather the Parlins and Cliffords love.