He smokes in the parlour and sits up till eleven o'clock reading dime novels . '' `` Perhaps I met Mr. Tracy , '' said Eric . `` Is he a tall man , with gray hair and a dark , stern face ? '' `` No , he 's a round , jolly fellow , is Aleck , and he stopped growing pretty much before he 'd ever begun . I reckon the man you mean is Thomas Gordon . I seen him driving down the road too . HE wo n't be troubling you with invitations up , small fear of it . The Gordons ai n't sociable , to say the least of it . No , sir ! Mother , pass the biscuits to the Master . '' `` Who was the young fellow he had with him ? '' asked Eric curiously . `` Neil -- Neil Gordon . '' `` That is a Scotchy name for such a face and eyes . I should rather have expected Guiseppe or Angelo . The boy looks like an Italian . '' `` Well , now , you know , Master , I reckon it 's likely he does , seeing that that 's exactly what he is . You 've hit the nail square on the head . Italyun , yes , sir ! Rather too much so , I 'm thinking , for decent folks ' taste . ''
`` How has it happened XXXXX an Italian boy with a Scotch name is living in a place like Lindsay ? ''
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