Harold Hammond, ../../ (1873)
“ The morning seemed interminable as Pinkey restlessly awaited the dismissal time, when he could retum the pen to Mrs. Betts. When noon at last came, and Red Feather was distributing the valentines, Pinkey, without even waiting to see if there were any for him, hurried off to the post-office, tightly clutching in his hand the fountain-pen. He was filled with a mixture of satisfaction at the success that had so far attended his efforts, and concern as to the ultimate outcome. ”
