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I understand that his fine business is entirely broken up, and that, burdened with debts, he has commenced the world again, a few hundred dollars all his capital in trade, resolved, if health and a sound mind be continued to him, to rise above all his present difficulties." "And shall I," replied Jessie, "sit an idle witness of the honourable struggle, content to burden him with my support? No!
It was a hard job to kill him, I can tell you," and then Roger told of how the wounded beast had fallen down among the horses. "You can be thankful your horses didn't get away," said Mr. Endicott. "I knew of a horse once that was scared by a bear and he ran several miles, and wasn't caught until the next day." "Oh, Dave, weren't you scared when you saw him on the tree?" whispered Jessie.
Ranald did not like the idea any too well, but after they had gone his thoughts kept turning to the proposed visit of Mrs. Murray and her niece. "Maimie," said Ranald to himself. "So that is her name." It had a musical sound, and was different from the names of the girls he knew Betsy and Kirsty and Jessie and Marget and Jinny.
She twisted in her chair to face the window. It had drawn up next door, and she subsided again into her fever of attention. Jessie found a crumb and swallowed it with as much action and large air of tasting it as if it had been a city dinner. The hands of the clock drew to the hour named in Cuckoo's note, touched it, passed it.
We were giving the Senior Ramble." "And while you were rambling thieves came and robbed you, eh?" "We are disgraced," ejaculated Margaret. "Do you suppose tramps could have done it?" Jessie asked. "It would have been difficult to dispose of three hampers full," answered the old gentleman. "A tramp would have helped himself to what he could carry and nothing more."
In a few whispered words Jessie had told her name, saying she came from Aikenside, and that her Brother Guy was there, too, outdoors, in the carriage. "He heard how sick you were at Devonshire, this morning, and drove right home for me to come to see you. I told him of you that day in the office, and that's why he brought me, I guess. You'll like Guy. I know all the girls do he's so good."
Many of the rough-looking fishermen were quite melted, and after the meeting a good many of them remained behind to talk with him privately. Jessie and I are convinced that he is doing a great and good work here. But he is a most eccentric man, and seems a good deal perplexed by his theological studies.
Then he suddenly thought of something he might have done. Surely he might have brought Vada with him. What a pity he didn't think of it before he started out. It was foolish of him, very foolish. But he had been so full of Jessie. The thought of winning her back had quite put everything else out of his head. Yes, it was a pity.
Jessie did not see the poor dirty grey toad lying panting and frightened on the pathway, but Miss Grace did, and stooped and picked the poor thing up, and carrying it into her garden, placed it in a nice cool shady corner, underneath some bushes. "Won't it bite you, or sting?" asked Jessie, her eyes wide with alarm, but Miss Grace reassured her.
Perhaps the bait's gone off the hook. Had I better haul in the line and bait again? I was always doing that when I went fishing with Adair and his brothers, years ago, when I was a little girl." Her husband shook his head. "Have patience, Jessie," he said.
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