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But b'ys is a handful, Miss Theedory, as nobody should know better than yourself. Now, my Ned his heart's in the right place; it's his head as is the trouble. He has crammed hisself with trash of foring travel until the b'y is fair crazed to be off and out into the world. That's what it is! 'I shouldn't call books of travels trash, said Theo slowly. 'It wouldn't be quite fair nor true.
"Shewer, I have to be there," he observed once with his quizzical, elusive Irish grin. "They're not payin' me wages fer lyin' in bed. If ye was to get up that way yerself every day fer a year, me b'y," he added, eyeing my spare and none too well articulated frame, "it'd make a man av ye." "Yes?" I said tolerantly. "And how much do you get, Rourke?" "Two an' a half a day." "You don't say!"
"I want to get in;" and Richard related the particulars of his plight. "You'll have a job, me b'y," was the reply. "Mrs. Betty slapes like a log." They waited for several minutes in silence. But nobody appeared and no sound came from within. "Phat are you going to do?" asked the policeman finally. "I don't know, I'm sure. My valise is inside with my money.
"Hellyer's school i' the village, b'y, that's wat I mean! Y'er to come along o' me. Poot yer box on yer shoulder and crass the line, young maister, an' I'll shoo yer way down." This was not to be borne.
Maybe Wallace could go with you as far as the flour and bring back a little of it here. What do you say, b'y?" "I say it's well," I answered. "We've got to do something at once." "It's the only thing to do," said George. "I'm willin', and I'll do the best I can to find Blake and get help." "Then," said Hubbard, "you'd better start in the morning, boys.
'The Roosians are chargin' here they come! Shtandin' besoide me was a bit of a lump of a b'y, as foine a lad as ever shtood in the boots of me rigimint aw! the look of his face was the look o' the dead. 'The Roosians are comin' they're chargin'! says Sergeant-Major Kilpatrick, and the bit av a b'y, that had nothin' to eat all day, throws down his gun and turns round to run.
"'Ay, says Skipper Jim, 'they knows us, b'y! They knows the Sink or Swim. We lies t' win'ard, an' they're feared o' the smallpox. They'll risk that craft women an' kids an' all t' get away. They isn't a craft afloat can beat t' sea in this here gale. They'll founder, lad, or they'll drive on the rocks an' loss themselves, all hands.
'Cos I, when a b'y, was like Ned, free as any lark in the air, so when I came to be a man without no book-larnin' in the pockets o' my brain, I had to grope my way about in the world. Many's the time it's bin all dark, round and round, 'cept in the faces of other folk where I seed the light o' understanding shinin' about them things as I couldn't make out.
And every day, when the nurse carried her small charge away after her frolic with the boy, she would always lift her up to the bed and say: "Now kiss the wee b'y, Baby Starr, and thank him again fer savin' yer life." And Starr would lay her soft sweet mouth on hie as tenderly and gravely as if she understood the full import of her obligation.
Whereabouts? How?" "About half an hour ago! Coming up the stairs! I carried her grip!" "Well!" exclaimed Mrs. Trapes, staring, "well, well!" and she continued to munch candy and to stare and say "well!" at intervals until arrested by a new thought. "That b'y!" she exclaimed. "Was Arthur with her?" "No," answered Ravenslee, wrinkling his brows, "I lost him on my way home." Mrs.
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