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The sisters, still arm in arm, made a demure little bow, and stopped to say "Good-morning," but Mr. Denner was evidently depressed and absent-minded. "I wonder what's the matter with William Denner, sister?" Miss Ruth said, when they were out of hearing. "Perhaps he's troubled about his housekeeping," answered Miss Deborah. "I should think he might be, I must say.
Dale, hesitating, and fixing his eyes upon the ceiling, "it begins let me see. 'When in doubt' ah" "What is it?" gasped Mr. Denner. "That has a familiar sound, but I cannot seem to finish it. When in doubt, what?" "Well," answered his friend ruefully, "it is not quite it does not exactly apply. I am afraid it won't; help us out. You know the rest. It is merely 'take the trick'!"
I remember one began: "What do ye want the bluid of, bluid of? Is it a name, or is it a clan, Or is it an aefauld Hielandman, That ye want the bluid of, bluid of?" Another went to my old favourite air, "The House of Airlie," and began thus: "It fell on a day when Argyle was on the bench, That they served him a Stewart for his denner."
Look at his nice wee baby's mooth, an' the smile on it too. It wad dazzle a hungry crocodile lookin' for its denner. His e'en are aye brighter than ony I ever saw an' speak! Guid God! He could speak for a hale June day. He's gran' at makin' your flesh creep.
Denner stood holding the penny, and gazing blankly at it, unconscious of the dust upon his cheek. "That did not decide it," he murmured. "I must try something else." For Mr. Denner had some small superstitions, and it is doubtful if he would have questioned fate again in the same way, even if he had not been interrupted at that moment by the rector. Dr.
Denner, who was still flushed with the praise of his singing, so Lois had the carriage all to herself, and tried to struggle against the fresh impulse of irresolution which Mrs. Forsythe's whispered "Good-night, Lois; be good to my boy!" had given her. She went into the library at the rectory, and, throwing off her wrap, sat down on the hearth-rug, and determined to make up her mind.
The polis'll be at the bing the morn's nicht efter this carry-on, an' when he is busy watchin' for coal thieves, we maun see that we get in a denner or twa o' tatties. I heard him sayin' he could not be everywhere at yince, an' couldna' both watch coal thieves an' tattie stealin' at yin an' the same time." All this time matters went very smoothly.
He stood there a few minutes, but the golden June day was dim, and there was a tightening in his throat that kept him silent. When he came back to the bedside, he stood, looking down at the sick man, without speaking. Mr. Denner was embarrassed. "I did not mean to pain you," he said. "William," the rector answered, "have I made religion so worthless?
Denner sat down on the steps outside of his big white front door, which had a brass knocker and knob that Mary had polished until the paint had worn away around them. Mr. Denner's house was of rough brick, laid with great waste of mortar, so that it looked as though covered with many small white seams.
Gifford burst out, but instantly apologized by saying he believed it was not usual to ask advice in such matters, a man usually knew. But perhaps he was mistaken. "Yes I am inclined to think you are," responded Mr. Denner, with a jauntiness which sat strangely upon his wrinkled face, "I think you are.
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