Little Grandfather

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(128 128 128 1)>When William Parlin was a boy he walked and even talked in his sleep. Mostly he sat in his little red chair by the fire beloved by the guests of his father's bar.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(128 128 128 1)>Willy was rather contrarily made up; a singular child; there was no </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(128 128 128 1)>regulation</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(128 128 128 1)> to him impudent very bright and stirring. He often brought home the class medal-a quarter on a red string-and kept an orderly company for the sport of training: drilling and marching with fire-arms. But he also vexed his family with tales he thought were true and kept friendship with some who led him to do wrong.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(128 128 128 1)>This is the story of how he shaped up into the future grandfather the Parlins and Cliffords love.</span></p>