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"P'aps it had a few white feathers in its wings?" she hinted. "I believe not," I said. "Then," she observed, with an air of finality, "it was a cardinal grosbeak; and the other name for that is redbird; so you saw a redbird.
P'aps Mr. Sherman, who owns this stock-house, won't scold when he comes to hear of it. He won't say nothing, and swear to think that his cattle is all running wild, 'cos nobody takes care of 'um."
"Wal, not more'n thar was afore," said Zac, slowly; "on'y it seems more resky to me here, jest now, settin' here this way, inactive like; p'aps it's the fog that's had a kin' o' depressin' effect on my sperrits; it's often so. Or mebbe it's the effect of the continooal hearin' of that darned frog-eatin' French lingo that you go on a jabberin' with the priest thar.
"We'll get as near it as is safe this night, an p'aps a leetle nearer; but, then, the water's so calm and still, that it won't make any difference in fact, it wouldn't matter a great deal if we came up close to it." "Quaco Ledge?" said Bruce. "I've heard of that." "Heard of it? I should rayther hope you had. Who hasn't?
But all their exertions were in vain; and there they stood in wondering astonishment. "P'aps," suggested Cissy, "he's done upstairs?" "Nonsense, child!" said Conny decisively; "we would have seen him from the window if he had come in." "Still, we'd better look, miss," observed Mary, who was all pale and trembling with anxiety as to the safety of her special charge.
My only hope is, that they'll drift past us, an' we'll git further away from them. But I wonder what they meant by bringin' her head around. P'aps they've seen us, after all an' then, again, p'aps they haven't." He said this in a whisper, and Clause answered in another whisper.
Of course we'll have to ask after poor Tom, but we haven't any curiosity." "Wal, p'aps not ony thar is people that find this a dreadful cur'ous place. It's got, as I said, a pootyish harbure; but that ain't the grand attraction.
Early one morning, from my window, I espied the little boy, stealthily moving about under the trees in the adjacent apple orchard. At breakfast he remarked to me, casually, "It's nice in the orchard all apple blossoms." "Will you go out there with me?" I asked. "P'aps not to-day," he made reply. "But," he hazarded, "you could go by yourself. It's nice," he repeated; "all apple blossoms.
"If it want for this you'd all cheer up, an be as merry as crickets." "Is there any prospect of its going away?" "Wal, not jest yet. You can't reckon on it. When it chooses to go away, it does so. It may hang on for weeks, an p'aps months. Thar's no tellin. I don't mind it, bein as I've passed my hull life in the middle of fog banks; but I dare say it's a leetle tryin to youns."
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