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"There's no denying he is by his best," she said regretfully, and then added, with spirit, "but Miss Ailie's no heavy, and in thae grite arms o' his he could daidle her as if she were an infant." This bewildered McQueen, and he asked, "What are you blethering about, Gavinia?" to which she replied, regally, "Wha carries me, wears me!" The doctor concluded that it must be Den language.
The river here is about 200 yards wide rapid as usial and the water gliding over corse gravel and round Stones of various sizes of an excellent grite for whetestones. the bottoms of the river are narrow. the hills are not exceeding 200 feet in hight the sides of them are generally rocky and composed of rocks of the same texture of a dark Colour of Grit well Calculated for grindstones &c.
"My ma 'ad a grite friend, sold winkles; 'er 'usbin was lost at sea for years and years, till just wen she was comfortably settled with 'er second, along 'e comes, as large as loife. Besides, I've read of such things in the Princess Novelettes; only there it's most generally lovers, not 'usbins, nor yet fathers. Would you know yours again, if you seen 'im?"
Vexed and flustered, the Girl turned upon him a trifle irritably with: "Git! Git, I tell you!" "But I'm in grite trouble, Miss," began The Sidney Duck, tearfully. "The boys are back they missed that road agent Ramerrez and now they're taking it out of me. If if you'd only speak a word for me, Miss." "No " began the Girl, and stopped. The next instant she ordered Wowkle to shut the window.
An England whose soul should be stoical and fine with the stoicism and fineness of each soul amongst her many million souls; where the town should have its creed and the country its creed, and there should be contentment and no complaining in her streets. And as he walked down the Strand, a little ragged boy cheeped out between his legs: "Bloodee discoveree in a Bank Grite sensytion! Pi-er!"
She thought that the visitor's astonishment was for the wonderful baby, all unconscious of herself. "Yes'm, just but a fo'tnight, and a little over. Oh 'e's a grite little tyke, 'e is. Ain't 'e, now?" "Has Doctor Blair been to see Minnie?" asked Madame softly. "Yes'm. Old Angus 'e was 'ere on Monday, and 'e sent 'im. 'E says it's 'er lungs." She looked at her visitors with child-like simplicity.
"I'll wiger you me first package from 'ome 'e goes to Slopsgotten." "What is Slopsgotten?" Tom asked. "It's the ship's boys' 'eaven." "I guess it ain't so good," said the man. "It's a grite big rice track," said the sailor. "Me cousin was there afore the Yanks came in. Mr. Gerard 'e got him exchinged. They got a 'ole army o' Yanks there now all civilian." "Is it a prison camp?" said Tom.
"Why, it's a baby," she whispered in awe. The mother's faded face lit up with pride. She held the little scrap of humanity towards the visitor. "'E's a grite little rascal, 'e is," she exclaimed fondly. "As smart as a weasel, an' 'im only a fo'tnight old last Sunday."
"Do you mean he belongs to the army?" asked Christina bewildered by this strange new thing which had come into their peaceful lives. Mitty nodded. "Burke was always a grite feller for the solderin', an' 'e joined wen 'e was only a bit o' a lad. But 'e never feared after 'e come out 'ere as anybody would ever send for 'im. An' now 'e'll go to the wars an be shot down an' we'll be left without 'im."
"My ma 'ad a grite friend, sold winkles; 'er 'usbin was lost at sea for years and years, till just wen she was comfortably settled with 'er second, along 'e comes, as large as loife. Besides, I've read of such things in the Princess Novelettes; only there it's most generally lovers, not 'usbins, nor yet fathers. Would you know yours again, if you seen 'im?"
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