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"Just old enough to run a arrand. It was crool. Hit me out, I can tell you. That kid was all I had. Apple o' my eye, in a manner of speakin'. When it was gone there wasn't much encouragement, was there? The Favver from the Mission came jawin' as 'ow Jesus 'ad taken 'im to 'Imself. Rot!
She added: "Vat was such a nawful dream, Favver. I wonder could I have your watch to hear tick in my hand to go me to sleep." "Yes, dear; but only for to-night because of the bad dream." There were little nestling noises, gradually quieting down. Then, sleepily: "Favver, please." "Yes, dear." "I fink I could go all to sleep if you'd pit your head down on my pillow next my bunny."
"I've woren it lots of times before," said Mark. "Aunt Hetty always let me to. Favver, won't you 'trap it tight to me, so's I won't 'traddle it so much." "Mother," said Elly, coming up close to Marise, as she stood unpacking the dishes, "I was looking inside that old diary, the one in the red leather cover, your grandmother's, I guess, the diary she wrote when she was a young lady.
"Oo" said Allan, pointing with his chubby finger, "yook, yook! mother's sitting on favver's knee-rock-a-by, favver, rock-a-by!" But Ralph had no eyes for anything but the old sunbonnet in which, the piquant flower face of Mistress Five-year-old Winifred was all but lost. He stooped and kissed it, and the face under it. It was frayed and faded, and it had lost both strings.
"You'll always be close, to take care of me?" "Yes, dear." "And of Muvver and 'Stashie?" There was a pause. Ariadne spoke in grieved astonishment. "Why, of course of Muvver and 'Stashie, Favver." Rankin took a sudden great breath. "I hope so, Ariadne." "Well, you can if you want to," the child gravely gave her assent. She said no more for a time, clutching tightly to his hand. Then, "Favver."
He thought a few minutes, as if reasoning with himself, and then the big gray eyes filled with tears, a very rare occurrence, as he seemed to feel that he could not yield, and he said, trying very hard to steady his voice, "Favver, I truly can't, I think it muvver inside, but you and I, we must say it Barbara," and I confess that my heart leaped with joy, and I begged Evan to let the matter end here.
But then she was too frightened, and came out to find Favver. Rankin took her back to her bed, and sat down beside it, keeping one big hand about the trembling child's cold little fingers. "It was only a bad dream, Ariadne. Just go to sleep now. Father'll sit here till you do." "You won't let them come back?" asked the child, drawing long, shaken breaths. "No," he said quietly.
"That's Ariadne a bad dream get her quiet, for the Lord's sake." "Where is she sleeping?" "In the room next the parlor." Rankin gave an exclamation, and leaped down the stairs. At the foot he was met by a little figure in sleeping-drawers. "Favver! Favver!" she sobbed, holding up her arms. Rankin caught her up and held her close.
A stir in the darkness, and an instant's quiet, followed by, "Why, Favver, what makes your face all over water?" There was no answer. "And your beard is as wet as " She broke off to explain to herself: "Oh, it's rain, of tourse. I forgot it's raining. Now I remember how to really go all to sleep. I did before. I listen to it going patter, patter, patter, patter " The little voice died away.
"Why, Dick, he's why, he's why, you see, he's my friend. I don't know his uvver names, but Mr. Fielding, he's Dick's favver." "Oh!" said the Bishop with comprehension. "Dick Fielding. Then Dick is my friend, too. And people that are friends to the same people should be friends to each other that's geometry, Eleanor, though it's possibly not life." "Huh?" Eleanor stared, puzzled.
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