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"I didn't let her go," he chuckled, a little proud of his agility in his old age, and Launcelot said admiringly, "I didn't think you had it in you, Perkins," and at that Perkins chuckled more than ever. They went back in a triumphal procession, and then Lancelot took Sweetheart away with him, and the little girls went up-stairs to dress.
Then the moment for which he had been waiting: "And you think you'd like to be a scout?" inquired Mr. Perkins. "Oh, gee!" sighed Johnnie. He relaxed from sheer excess of feeling. His head tipped back against his chair, and he wagged it comically. "Wouldn't I jus'! And wear clothes like yours, and and learn t' s'lute!" Mr. Perkins laughed, but it was a pleasant, promising laugh.
There is, I believe, but one representation in London of that celebrated prophet, and it is in the possession of his lineal descendant. Every feature, every shadow on that portrait has Simon Perkins studied with exceeding diligence and care, marvelling, it must be confessed, at the taste of the Fairy Queen. The accessories to his own composition are in rapid progress.
"That's right, Miss Fielding," sighed the actor's child. "I was. And Miz Perkins was always nice to me. Nothing at all like Aunt Suse Timmins. But, you see, they ain't like pa." "Did your father bring you here?" "No'm." "Nor send for you?" "Not exactly," confessed Bella. "Well!" "You see, he sent me money. Only on Tuesday. Forty dollars." "Forty dollars! And to a child like you?"
But she was frightened half to death when she came home, and began to have two sides to her life, and she had never gotten rid of the other side. She had a vague idea that next summer she would go again. Meanwhile Mr. Perkins began to come. There was an older sister, and no one surmised it was Priscilla, until in March, when he spoke to Priscilla's father.
"'My name is Jack Perkins, says I, 'and I'm the sole survivor, as far as I knows, of the smack, the Flying Dolphin, as has been run down by this craft and lost with all hands. "'Darn the Flying Dolphin, and you too, says the man, and he begins to walk up and down the deck a-puffn' of a long cigar as if nothing had happened. "'Oh, come, says I, 'this won't do.
He had been sent on two or three days in advance, to take charge of the house, and seemed to have had enough of hermit-life, for he hailed us with a wild whoop, throwing his straw hat half-way up one of the poplars. Perkins was a boy of fifteen, the child of poor parents, who were satisfied to get him off their hands, regardless as to what humanitarian theories might be tested upon him.
"You must be very much better able to be moved, I notice," with a look in Jimmy's eyes that pointed to future trouble. "Oh," said the Freshman, "almost recovered. I've had the very best of care and a very satisfactory nurse," and for the last time, in this story, he gazed into those Andalusian eyes. "But not the nurse we engaged," said the aggrieved Perkins.
One Matthew Smith, nephew to sir William Perkins, had been entertained as a spy by this nobleman, who finding his intelligence of very little use or importance, dismissed him as a troublesome dependent. Then he had recourse to the earl of Monmouth, into whom he infused unfavourable sentiments of the duke, insinuating that he had made great discoveries which from sinister motives were suppressed.
"None whatever, except that once or twice he said that he would see that I was suitably provided for. He intimated that he intended me to have a sum apportioned to my deserts." "Which would be a generous one; but now Oh, Mr. Perkins, how can I help you?" "You have never suspected, have you," asked Mr. Perkins, colouring to his temples, "that the room you now occupy might once have been my own?
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