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"Wal, you kin keep yer butter, sence you're so sot on it, an' I'll take a leetle dust o' pork instead." "Let's see you take it!" said I. "I guess I'll speak 'ith yer ma. I shall git a consider'ble bigger piece, though I don't like ter add t' 'er steps." "Now look here, Miss Mimy," says I, "if you'll promise not to ask for another thing, and to go right away, I'll get you a piece of pork."
On the dickey were ex-Provost Connal and Sandy Toddle, and between them the Deacon, tightly wedged. The fun began when the horses were crawling up the first brae. The Deacon turned with a wink to Brodie, and dropping a glance on the crown of Gourlay's hat, "Tummuth," he lisped, "what a dirty place that ith!" pointing to a hovel by the wayside. Brodie took the cue at once.
But what I thay, Thquire, ith, that good tempered or bad tempered, I never did a horthe a injury yet, no more than thwearing at him went, and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a cackler, Thquire, and I have thed my thay." The latter part of this speech was addressed to Mr. The last words had a visible effect upon her.
"You are now three thousand five hundred feet in the air," announced the guide, rather proudly. "Ith that what maketh Buthter tho uppithh thith afternoon?" questioned Tommy. "It may be what makes you so light-headed," retorted Margery. "There! Now, will you be good?" jeered Jane. "Yeth. That wath a good one. Too bad you don't thay thomething bright every day.
Thith ith little Gwynne, and thith ith Minnie, and we call thith one Dot, and baby ith in the nurthery. You thall thee her by-and-by. Kith Aunt Freda, Minnie, they all call you Aunt Freda, you know. Freda, not at all rejoicing in the honour, stooped to kiss all the pretty little children by turns, and had soon made friends with them all.
You pay attention to your driving exclusively," added Miss Elting. "And, girls, you keep a sharp lookout, too." "Where ith thith Lonethome Cove?" questioned Tommy. "I don't like the thound of the name." "You will like it when you get there," answered the guardian. "But I said I would not tell you anything about it. Time enough when we reach there. You shall then see for yourselves.
"She is at least a well-balanced boat," answered Captain Billy. "Having the wind on the quarter, we do not have to tack any on this course. You see, we are headed Northeast by East three-quarters. Keep her there." "Were I to keep straight on as I am, where would we land?" asked Harriet. "England." "Oh, let uth keep right on until we get to England," piped Tommy. "How far ith it?"
"That ith all right. You jutht thit where the chair would be if there were one," suggested Tommy. "No sitting this evening," declared the guardian. "You will all prepare for bed. At least two of you need rest I mean Harriet and Tommy." "Yeth, we alwayth need that. I never thhall get enough of it until after I have been dead ever and ever tho long."
We aren't going to have any more rain to-night, and I want all the light I can get, especially as we are going over strange roads. Have you been this way before?" "No, Jane, but I have the road map." "Road map!" scoffed the Irish girl. "I followed one once and landed in a ditch!" "That ith nothing for Crathy Jane to do," lisped Grace. "Right you are, Tommy," answered Jane with a hearty laugh.
He was beginning to be afraid you would not come. Hallo, Bog!" said, the good old gentleman, shouting up the stairs; "here is Uncle Ith." The bridegroom bounded down the stairs with boyish impetuosity, looking so fine that Uncle Ith hardly knew him. It was difficult to realize that the ungainly, ignorant boy of a few years back, had become this nice-looking, graceful young gentleman.
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