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Gran'pa said the vessel ought to be sure a lucky one, and all she needs is an able master, he says, and if Captain Blake will take her he'll be proud to have him sail the Johnnie Duncan " Maurice Blake stood up. "Me?" "Yes," said Johnnie. "Gran'pa says that you can have her just as soon as you go to the Custom House and get your papers.
"What kind of a fish is that, Gran'pa Skeeterhawk?" he asked. "That's a catfish!" Gran'pa replied. "Queer looking fish, the catfish are; they do most of their feeding at night since Omasko, the elk, flattened their heads." "Dear me! Are their heads flat?" Johnny Cricket asked. "Flat as a pancake!"
A flesh wound to my thinking, that a few months more will cure." "You have some joke at bottom, Edward," said the old man gravely. "Joke, sir! It's a tough joke that cudgels a plump lad into a lean one in a single season." "What do you mean?" "I mean to use your own language, gran'pa.
Hot suppers keep down the sensibilities; and, gran'pa, after ours, to-night, you shall have the fiddle. If I don't make her speak to you to-night, my name's Brag, and you need never again believe me." And the good-humored youth, gathering up his canes, led the way to the hills, slowly followed by his two less elastic companions.
He often developed a strain of humor in the girl's society and would relate anecdotes that aroused in her spontaneous laughter, for she possessed a keen sense of the ludicrous. Yes, Gran'pa Jim was really funny, when in the mood, and as jolly a comrade as one would wish.
"Gran'pa Gran'pa Simon!" exclaimed the terrified boy, shrinking still farther away, "I can't go back to Philadelphy, I can't! I couldn't live, I'd die if I went back there! I'd " Craft interrupted him: "Well, if you do die, it won't be because you're killed with kindness, I warrant you.
Gran'pa Jim had placed her there because he did not wish to take her with him when he left Beverly, and now she had come to him without his consent and in doing so had perhaps delivered him into the hands of his enemies. Poor Gran'pa Jim! She would never cease to reproach herself if she became responsible for his ruin.
It was a happy hour for them both and was only interrupted when Jackson the miller passed by on his way home from the village. The man gave the Colonel a surly nod, but he smiled on Mary Louise, the girl being as popular in the district as her grandfather was unpopular. After Jackson had passed them by Gran'pa Jim rose slowly and proposed they return home.
"Why, you haven't slept at all, dear!" she cried in distress. "What is wrong? Are you ill?" "No, no, Mary Louise; don't worry. I I shall be all right presently. But I was terribly disappointed in last night's meeting, and " "I see. They didn't subscribe what they ought to. But you can't help that, Gran'pa Jim! You did all that was possible, and you mustn't take it so much to heart."
He knew now that the man he was seeking was either in this city or its immediate neighborhood. But unless she led him to the exact spot to the dwelling of the Conants it would take even this clever detective some time to locate the refugee. Before then Mary Louise hoped to be able to warn Gran'pa Jim of his danger.
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