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"One mornin' I see 'em runnin' up a long pennant an' all de sailors lahf an dahnce about lak dey crazy. Hit was de signal 'omeward boun'. We weigh anchor and head fer N'York. "'Well, Taylor, da officer say, when he pay me off 'you gwine ship wid us again? "'I gotta go home, I tells 'im; 'got a job t' finish up in Key West.
"Go to bed, den, girl. I vait. Dat's easy." "I will. Just one more look at the pearls our pearls! But I lost one. I heard it roll. It was so close to him I I couldn't " "Don't you care. Dere's a lot for us. We'll count 'em first ting to-morra', ven ve both feel like ourselves." "They ought to fetch a king's ransom, Boy." "Dey vill not, den. Dere'll be all de bulls in N'York after em.
He flashed me one of his pale, genial smiles. "I'm thinkin' of it, Homer, soon's I get some money in. Next week, mebbe. There's a man in N'York that mebbe can be int'rested in one of my inventions, Roland Barnette says. Mebbe he'd be willin' to put a little money in it, Roland says, and of course if he does, I'll be able to stock up considerable." I sighed covertly for him.
"And, shure, is it a whole battery in action that I'm seein'?" Johnnie turned a pink and perspiring face which was suddenly all smiles. To the joy of living a fascinating think was now added the joy of finding still another person who was ready to share it. "It's the biggest N'York S'press!" he declared. "And we're takin' our vacation trip!"
Some one circulated the story that she was being educated by an uncle who was a very rich man. Patricia Levine had added that as he lived in "N'York," and as her mother also lived there, she, of course, knew him, and she had told Patricia that old Mr. Mayo was more than rich, that he was many, many times a millionaire. "Ida Mayo is to be an heiress, and have all that money. Just think of that!"
She wished for cleverness of the sort that could throw her manager off the scent, but saw no way other than the direct way. "Nothing I know almost nothing about him." "Comes from N'York?" "I fancy so." "Well, take it from me, the sooner you get rid of him the better. Chances are he's a man of no principle, and he'll do you." Agatha was silent. Meantime Mr. Straker got his second wind.
Old sailor-stories, old scraps of thought and dreams from nowhere pursued her, haunted her during that delightful and tantalising moment, and then she was herself again and Miss Pinckney was saying: "It's a pretty view and hasn't changed since I was a child. Now, in N'York they'd have put up skyscrapers; Lord bless you, they'd have put them up at a loss so's to seem energetic and spoil the view.
"He's the strongest longshoreman in N'York. He can carry five sacks of flour on his back, and one under both arms." Disdainfully One-Eye lifted his lone brow, and he passed over the remark. "The point is," he continued, "that if y' ever figger t' go back, now's the time." Johnnie saw the argument. And to his own surprise he found himself willing to go.
"Why," said Miss Blair, having finally effected some sort of affectionate compromise with Miss Shelley, "why, these news, they say that that N'York man is Sally Madeira's sweetheart, tew!" "Lan' alive! I've heard that m'self!" said Mrs. Beasley, the wife of the Grange storekeeper. She had heard no such thing, but Mrs.
"I got knocked out first thing there's the scar of it," and the captain put a finger again on the mark along his jaw which actually was a memento of contact with the cellar step when he was a child. "Belayin' pin. Knocked me inside out for Sunday. But I cal'late they didn't put the steel to me 'cause I'd been fairly decent to 'em comin' down from N'York.
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