He is just the same old Tim , and is home from the west for a long visit . I was so glad to see him again . '' `` So it would appear , '' said Roger grumpily . `` Well , now that ` dear old Tim ' is gone , I suppose I can have my own chair , can I ? And do give me some chocolate . I did n't know you made taffy . '' `` Oh , I do n't . It 's Tim . He can do everything . He used to make it long ago , and I washed up after him and helped him eat it . How is the pursuit of the Ideal coming on , Roger-boy ? '' Roger did not feel as if he wanted to talk about the Ideal . He noticed how vivid Freda 's smile was and how lovable were the curves of her neck where the dusky curls were caught up from it . He had also an inner vision of Freda making taffy with Tim and he did not approve of it . He refused to talk about the Ideal . On his way back to town he found himself thinking that Freda had the most charming , glad little laugh of any girl he knew . He suddenly remembered that he had never heard the Ideal laugh . She smiled placidly -- he had raved to Freda about that smile -- but she did not laugh . Roger began to wonder what an ideal without any sense of humour would be like when translated into the real . He went to Lowlands the next afternoon and found Tim there -- in his chair again .
He detested the fellow but he could not deny XXXXX he was good-looking and had charming manners .
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