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Some o' them thought I was a fairy godmother; an' I generally had such a gang troopin' after me that we looked like an orphan asylum out for an airin'. I allus did like children. Well, one day I was out at the foot o' the hill neighbor-hood on Sutter Street. A lot o' cars was blockaded, an' a herd o' kids stood lookin' on.
But 'ee says you allus were a mean one with your money an you knew that 'ee knew it for 'ee 'd stopped you takin an unfair advantage more nor once. An 'ee didn't believe as your money would come to any good; for now Eliza was gone you wouldn't know how to take care on it. John's eyes flamed. 'Oh! 'ee says that, do 'ee? Well Saunders wor allus a beast an a beast 'ee'll be.
An' as fer fixin' their clothes, an' bathing 'em, why, it 'ud set me feelin' that fulish you wouldn't know me from a patient in a bug-house. It makes me real mad, folks is allus astin' me to get busy doin' things. I'm that sick, the sight of a ha'f-washened kid 'ud turn my stummick to bile, an' set me cacklin' like a hen with a brood o' ducklings she can't no ways account fer.
"There's nothing like straight talk, Bill," he said, cordially. "I allus like straight talk. You kind of know just where you are then. There's not a doubt you've been real good to me," he went on, with evident feeling, "and I'll never be able to forget it never. I tell you right here, if there was anything in the world I could do in return, I'd do it."
At the mention of the doughty Scot I pounded the floor with my crutch and repeated "Dug dug dug." "But Teacher Thomas allus said Doog," exclaimed Chester Holmes. "I don't care what Teacher Thomas said," I retorted. "You must say Dug Dug Douglas." "But Teacher Thomas is the best speaker they is," piped in Lulu Ann Nummler from the end of the bench.
"Say, ain't you soft?" she declared, with a demure lowering of her lids. "I've allus heerd say, you only got to tell a feller don't, an' he sure does it quick. Men-folk is that contrary. Now " The encouragement brought its reward. Toby promptly sat himself on the table and set it creaking. "Well, I do declare!" cried Birdie, in pretended indignation. "And I never ast you, neither.
Tim he'd grawed to a power wi' the gypsy people by that time; but faither was allus hard against un. He hated wanderers in tents or 'pon wheels, or even sea-gwaine sailor-men he carried it that far. Then comed a peep o' day when Tim's bonny yellow caravan 'peared around the corner of that windin' road what goes all across the Moor.
"But I want the pertic'lars, jest the same. I want to know all about it. Where there's so much smoke there must be some fire." "Not allus, Dad," growled Marty, in disgust. "Smoke comes from an oak-ball, but there ain't no fire." "You air a smart young man," returned his father, coolly. "You'll grow up to be the town smartie, like Walky Dexter, I shouldn't wonder.
"Yaas," said Matthias, "dat's so; but how does you know 'bout me? Did you come down thar? 'Haps dat's de reason you're face kinder makes me look back, an it mos' allus does; 'pears like you mout explain." "Yes, s'pose I mout," said Benton, "and I reckon you will before we get through."
"By Jupe, thet's great!" cried Peggy admiringly. "Skim, ye're a wonder!" "Ma allus said I were good fer somethin', but she couldn't tell what." "It's story-writin'," declared Peggy "Say, Skim, I put ye onter this deal; don't I git a rake-off on thet fifty dollars?" "Not a cent!" said Skim indignantly. "Ye didn't tell me to write a story; I said myself as I could do it.
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