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"Do you really suppose they are coming here with those dogs?" repeated Nell. "They have no business to land," said Bobby, again serious. "I know who they are!" Jess cried, suddenly. "Who?" asked her mother. "Chet said something about a sheriff coming to the boys' camp over yonder. And he had a pack of bloodhounds with him." "But why should an officer of the law come here?" queried Mrs. Morse.
Had she not, during many years of her life, been married to a genius she would have been an intensely slow-moving but adequate housekeeper as it was, her size and her silence enabled her to keep her place at many literary dinners. Peter, watching her, was consumed with wonder that Henry Galleon could ever have married her and understood that Bobby was the child of both his parents.
Jenny looked up in her clear and ardent fashion: "We went across the river and carried supper and then we came home." "What time did you get home?" "Oh, it was still light. Long before eight, it was." Lulu hesitated and flushed, asked how long Di and Bobby had stayed there at Jenny's; whereupon she heard that Di had to be home early on account of Mr.
"I hope not," declared Agnes, and taking his arm she strolled with him to the door in perfect peace and confidence. It looked good to Bobby, that late extra of the Bulletin, and the force that he had kept on duty to get it out greeted him, as he walked through the office, with a running fire of comment and congratulation that was almost like applause.
Bobby put his fore paws on the caretaker's chair and laid his precious bone in the man's lap. "Eh, ye takin' bit rascal; loup!" Bobby jumped to the patted knee, turned around and around on the soft bed that invited him, licked the beaming old face to show his sympathy and friendliness, and jumped down again. Mr. Brown sighed because Bobby steadily but amiably refused to be anybody's lap-dog.
Here was news, indeed Bobby and Hugh were work enough for one person at any time. Baby Hugh had a cold, and was cross and fretful because a certain tooth was reluctant about making its first appearance. They had a busy day. Aunt Nell went out in the afternoon to try her luck at various employment agencies and Judith took the children for a walk.
And knowing this when he saw her after that, day after day, hour after hour poor Bobby Clyffurde grew reconciled to the knowledge that the gates of his Paradise would for ever be locked against him: he grew contented just to peep through those gates; and the Angel who was on guard there, holding the flaming sword of caste prejudice against him, would relent at times and allow him to linger on the threshold and to gaze into a semblance of happiness.
Then Bobby inquired, "Well, and now what are you going to do next?" "Valentine in Faust," Thayer replied briefly. "The deuce you are! When?" "Next Wednesday." Bobby's face fell. "Oh, I wanted you, myself, for that day. Isn't it rather sudden?" "So sudden that I didn't half realize it, till I found myself at rehearsal, this morning. It is to be announced in to-morrow's papers, I suppose.
"You didn't have a sudden attack of lockjaw, did you?" "Don't fret, Jess," said Bobby sharply. "I know when to keep my mouth shut on occasion. I came right away from there to find you girls. Something must be done about it." "Oh, dear me!" groaned Nellie. "If Margit Salgo had only been allowed to take the part!" "What did I tell you?" almost snarled Bobby.
Truant is her name by rights, for her mother never could keep her indoors or at home. Now, Bobby, look ahead! Do you see those lights? We go through the town; and just outside is our home a very tiny one at present, for we move about; but we'll find a corner for you. He slackened speed. Slowly they passed through the streets of an old-fashioned cathedral town.
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