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"Watch well, Dick, watch well!" cried Captain Hull to the young novice for the last time. "Count on me, sir." "One eye for the ship, one eye for the whale-boat, my boy. Do not forget it." "That shall be done, captain," replied Dick Sand, who went to take his place near the helm. Already the light boat was several hundred feet from the ship.
The point of this artless narrative is that the black boy formed the firm opinion that that which he and two others had concluded to be a snake must have been "'Nother kind. Him no good.
"What sort of a mansion would it be without hot and cold water, and a dumb waiter from the cellar, too," and then all began to laugh. "I know what I should like," said Dora, after a pause. "That would be a refrigerator." "If we had the ice," finished Nellie. "Dick, isn't there any ice on board of the Golden Wave?" "By Jove! I think there is," cried the oldest Rover boy.
If it wasn't for the engine there wouldn't be any train, so I guess Laddie's riddle is all right there. A train-engine is like a boy, because it whistles. There it goes now." As he spoke the engine gave several loud, shrill blasts. "What makes it do that?" asked Violet. "What makes the engine whistle? Was it 'cause Laddie asked that riddle?"
At breakfast a note was brought by a boy from Mrs. Goodriche: these were the words of it: "DEAR MR. FAIRCHILD, "Since that happy day we spent together, we have been in what Sukey calls a peck of troubles; and, to crown all, last night one of our old chimneys was struck with lightning: part of it fell immediately, but I am thankful to be able to say, that by the care of Providence no one was hurt.
And him with five hundred pounds in his pocket, and my lady's favor. Oh, why did we not keep our word with her? She was the wisest, and our best friend. But it is all your doing; you are the devil that tempted him, you old villain!" "Don't miscall me," said the gypsy. "Not miscall you, when you have run away, and left them to take my boy to jail! No word is bad enough for you, you villain!"
'It seems to me as if he's gorn orf 'is bloody crumpet, he added as he watched Owen walking rapidly down the street. 'I can't understand why people can't mind their own bloody business: anyone would think the boy belonged to 'IM. That was just how the matter presented itself to Owen.
I should say, however, that I felt this much less for myself than for my child; indeed, that it was because of Boy that I first felt the fact at all, or brooded over it after I had begun to feel it.
When it was time for the boy to come Tag sat watching the door, his ears alert for a footstep outside. Now and then he whined, and finally he showed so plainly his desire to go out that Nan opened the door, saying, "Go find him, Tag." She stood in her doorway listening, and heard the dog scamper up to Theo's door.
Ross rose smoothly, with every muscle under fluid control. It never paid to talk back, to allow any sign of defiance to show. He would go through the motions as if he were a bad little boy who had realized his errors. It was a meek-and-mild act that had paid off more than once in Ross's checkered past.
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