An elevated perspective
By morning old Tapper was fit again, and so directly after breakfast as Mr. Bringhouse had instructed, I harnessed him up to the tin wagon and set out for The Paladin. So this would be the day of reckoning, I thought to myself, when I must confess at last to Dr. Sharp that I had not gotten from Old Master my worth in dollars and cents. That I had not met the challenge. That I had failed. The more I thought on this, the heavier that gold Spanish dollar weighed in my pocket.
When I came in sight of Dr. Sharp’s impressive establishment—all polished brass and mahogany—at Lombard and Third, this little boy ran across to me, and stood there jumping up and down. Oh, how I brightened up at the sight of him!
Now, let me tell you about this boy a minute. That day I first r
