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After that, you shall be presented at Court, when you've learnt to curtsey prettily instead of turning somersaults. You must let your hair grow, Nonette, and leave off wearing breeks. You've got to be a credit to me." "Oh, damn!" said Toby in dismay. "I mean oh, bother!" "Yes, it's a good thing you mean only that, isn't it?" laughed Saltash.
For rubbing a piece of cedar and buckeye together, they very quickly make the spark, and produce fire. The following legend was published some years ago in Sunset Magazine. It was written by Miss Nonette V. McGlashan, who heard it from a Washoe squaw. The story was told with strange gestures and weird pathos: The ong was a big bird, bigger than the houses of the white man.
He made his monkeyish grimace, and suddenly dropped his eyes to the blue-veined wrist in his grasp. "Are you happy, mignonne?" he asked her, still obviously in jesting mood. Toby's eyes dropped also. She mutely nodded. "The truth, Nonette?" His look flashed over her; his tone was imperious. She nodded again. "I always tell you the truth." He began to laugh. "Mais vraiment!
You you I look to you to to to protect me." "My good child!" said Saltash. He turned aside to light a cigarette, and there was a pause. But Toby still stood rigid, as it were on guard. He spoke again after a moment, and his voice was kind though it had a certain dominant quality also. "Nonette, you need not be afraid when you are with me. I shall protect you. Now go and dress!
Saltash reached out a hand and took her by the shoulder. "Nonette! Nonette!" he said, in a voice that was strangely uncertain. "Don't cry, child! Don't cry!" She drew herself away from him. "Don't don't! I don't want you to. I just came to tell you that's all in case you should think I ever cared for Bunny. Maud says you ought to know that. We only only played together.
Also, I was curious to see how affairs here were progressing. How goes it, mon ami? Is all well?" "Well enough," said Bunny. Saltash linked a friendly hand in his arm. "Have you and Nonette settled when to get married yet?" Bunny stiffened momentarily, as if his instinct were to resent the kindly enquiry. But the next instant he relaxed again with impulsive confidence.
"Sure you don't want to?" came in a gasp from Toby, as she burrowed a little deeper. "Oh, that!" Saltash stood up again, and his face was sardonic, for the moment almost grim. "Yes, quite sure of that, my dear. Moreover, it will amuse me to meet the virtuous Jake on his own ground for once. A new sensation, Nonette! Will you help me to face him?
"I seem to be developing a taste for worthy deeds. But there's no reason on earth why you two shouldn't get married and done for as soon as possible. I'll see Larpent to-night and tell him, and you can go and see the parson about it to-morrow. You'll find Nonette won't put any obstacles in the way. She's a good child and does as she's told."
His dark face twisted with the old wry grimace. "I've failed a good many in my time, Nonette. But no one ever trusted me to that extent. You practically forced me to prove myself." A little gasp of relief came from Toby. She spoke with more assurance. "Oh, was that it? You were just trying to be good?" "Just trying!" said Saltash.
"Now you've hurt his little feelings," observed Saltash. "Who cares?" said Toby, and nestled closer, till with his sudden reckless grin he thrust an arm about her shoulders. "I'll tell you what it is, Nonette. You're getting spoilt all round. Something will have to be done. Shall I take her away, Jake?" "And bring me back when I'm good?" put in Toby eagerly. He laughed and pinched her ear.
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