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All this time another problem had been bewildering Gavinia, and now she broke in, eagerly: "But what was it he did? I thought he was agin Mr. McLean." "And so did I," said Corp. "I cheated you grandly," replied Tommy with the audacity he found so useful. "And a' the time you was pretending to be agin him," screamed Gavinia, "was you was you bringing this about on the sly?"
"Oh, Corp!" exclaimed Grizel, and immediately began to put on her hat and jacket. Corp watched her uneasily. "Mrs. Shiach's compliments," he said firmly, "and he's ower young to be bathed yet; but she's awid to show him off to you," he hastened to add. "'Tell Grizel, was her first words." "Tell Grizel"! They were among the first words of many mothers.
As he lolled in the sun he was turning, without his knowledge, into one of the other Tommies. Let us watch the process. He had found a half-fledged mavis lying dead in the grass. Remember also how the larks had sung after rain. Tommy lost sight and sound of Corp and the boy.
Instead of being hungry, half naked, and chilled, he might be in a luxurious club-house dallying with caviar, stuffed olives, and Benedictine. All that lay between him and bliss were two hundred miles of railroad ties and a decent suit of clothes! "Wake up, Corp; for the love of Mike be sociable!" cried Phelan when the situation became too gloomy to contemplate. "Ain't that like a dog now?
"They little ken!" said Tommy, darkly. "They hinna a notion," said Corp, but he was looking somewhat perplexed himself. "It's near time I was back for family exercise," said Gav, uneasily, "so we had better do it quick, Tommy." "Did you bring the wineglasses?" Tommy asked him. "No," Gav said, "the press was lockit, but I've brought egg-cups." "Stand round then."
Well Al the boys in our regt. is going to get out a newspaper and get it out themself and it will be just the news about our regt. and a few gags and comical storys about the different boys and they are going to get it out once per wk. Corp.
At the back against the wall the curtains, embroidered with the arms of Restalrig, remained closed. 'I sat here all the night, said Mrs. Bower, 'watching the corp that my hands had streikit. The candles were burning a' about him, the saut lay on his breast, only aefold o' linen covered him. My back was to the window, my face to his feet.
"It's an elrische kin o' a thing to wauk up i' the mirk mids, wi' a deid corp aside ye! No 'at even yet I gie her up for deid! but I canna help feelin some eerie like no to say fleyt! Bide, man, and see the nicht oot wi' 's, and gie yer mither and me some hert o' grace." James had little inclination to add another to the party, and began to murmur something about his housekeeper.
Whan they faun' 'im, the richt ban' o' the corp was streekit oot, as gien he was cryin' to somebody rinnin' awa' to bide an' tak 'im wi' 'im. But there was anither at han' to tak 'im wi' 'im. Only, gien he tuik 'im that same nicht, he cudna hae carried him far.'Deed, maybe, the auld sinner was ower muckle aven for HIM.
"Is a wandering Scotsman." "Why then I can't go down and find ye corp' arter all?" "I fear not, Ancient." The old man slowly closed his snuff-box, shaking his head as he did so. "Ah, well! I won't blame ye, Peter," said he magnanunously, "it bean't your fault, lad, no but what's come to the ghost!" "The ghost," I answered, "is nothing more dreadful than a wandering Scotsman!"
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