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Not a word would he say about any one of the fights, and he is cheery enough in a general way, isn't he, and fond of talking?" "Even then," Geraldine protested, "Hugh's work is different. I can understand why he doesn't like to talk a lot about the wounded and that sort of thing, but he must have had some interesting adventures."
It has been built while you were away." "Yes. And therefore it has no associations, and no memories. Its bare whitewashed walls have no stories to tell me of cheery nights on the eve of a new climb when he and I sat together for a while and talked eagerly of the prospects of to-morrow." The words ceased. Chayne leaned his elbows on the wooden rail.
We've a heap o' calls to make Mull and Islay way. The purser came up to inquire about my ticket, and greeted me with a grin. 'Ye're acquaint with Mr Gresson, then? said the captain. 'Weel, we're a cheery wee ship's company, and that's the great thing on this kind o' job. I made but a poor supper, for the wind had risen to half a gale, and I saw hours of wretchedness approaching.
But it was not the doctor who was at his bed. It was a short, plump woman of more than middle age, with twinkling gray eyes and firm, kind hands and a cheery voice. "It's the milk, my son," she said, and the steaming glass was held to his lips. "When you've had it you will sleep like a baby. It's warm, are you and the feet good and hot? Let me feel that water-bag?
After greetings he raised his bunch of onions and said: "I have turned farmer, but am obliged to come to town now and then, as you see." Kind remembrances were sent to Greenough; and of Italy he added: "There is no place where mere living is such a luxury." Fenimore Cooper had a keen sense of the ridiculous. His table-talk by his own fireside was full of cheery life, fun, and glowing merriment.
As he entered the swinging doors a cheery hand was laid on his shoulders. "Hullo, old man! Hail and thrice hail!" "Jimmy!" There was a note of pleasure in the young man's voice. "The same," confirmed Jimmy Martin. He was a tubby, clean-shaven, rosy-faced little fellow of thirty odd, with an inexhaustible fund of good spirits. Everyone called him "Jimmy."
"You are a soldier, are you not, Canada?" I replied with a somewhat mournful: "Well, I was one time, but I can't say much as to the truth of that now." Then he hit me harder than any Hun shell could hit a man. He snapped out in a voice penetrating, yet with a cheery ring to it: "Well, you are blind, and for life. How do you like it?"
She hated a dimly lighted drawing-room, and interrupted Mary's music to which George listened in such utter content with cheery random remarks, and the slapping of cards at Patience. Mamma hated silences, she hated town in summer, she made jolly and informal little expeditions the most discussed and tedious of events.
All these were good things for a new soul to see. Then the sun set over green fields and ploughland and the night came up. One by one the merry lights of cheery lamp-lit windows took their stations in the solemn night.
And these had seemed to transform her completely. She went about her rounds always as cheery and bright as a bit of sunshine. She had listened to the sermon, and her heart had been strangely warmed by the preacher's story of need. And as he was finishing she was thinking, "How I wish I might give something. But I haven't anything to give, not even a copper left."
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