You used to make such delicious stuff , Tim . '' `` Who is that fellow , Freda ? '' Roger inquired crossly , as soon as the door closed . Freda began to make a fresh pot of chocolate . She smiled dreamily as if thinking of something pleasant . `` Why , that was Tim Grayson -- dear old Tim . He used to live next door to us when we were children . And we were such chums -- always together , making mud pies , and getting into scrapes . 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 .
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