“Even while he himself was still almost a baby, Dick had treated him as an equal, sharing his enthusiasms and interesting himself in the things which interested Danny. Dick was so wonderful that Danny was a little shy with him. When they met after any separation he wished to throw himself into the other’s arms and hug him rapturously; but for fear Dick might not like that, he assumed a mature dignity, and they met with a firm handclasp, greeting each other as man to man. He had always felt neare...r to Dick than to his mother; and after her death the two brothers drew closer still, and sometimes when they were together, if Dick were reading or otherwise absorbed, Danny might just watch him with wide eyes, thinking happily how wonderful he was, humbly praying that he himself might some day be as fine. Before Danny’s illness, they had been comrades, and Dick never seemed to remember that he was so many years the older; but afterward there was a deep, almost maternal tenderness in Dick, and whenever he came to where Danny lay he bent down to kiss him — although they had seldom kissed before — and these caresses and this loving kindness made Danny so blissfully content that he sometimes thought it was worth being sick, to find out Dick loved him so.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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