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But my dear mother, guessing perhaps what was in me, gave me full measure. "Jeanne Falla has a party to-night, my boy, and Carette is stopping with her. You should go down and give them a surprise." "I will go," I said, and jumped up at once to see if, among the things I had left behind when I went away, I could find enough to rig myself out suitably to the occasion.
"He's a great friend of mine." "All right. Well, I guess thass 'bout all, huh? I'll be going downstairs 'an starting in." "You can come here immediately?" "Sure. Got parlour-maid rig round at m' boarding-house round corner. Come back with it 'n ten minutes. Same dress I used when I w's working on th' Marling D'vorce case. D'jer know th' Marlings? Idle rich! Bound t' get 'nto trouble. I fixed 'm.
"I ain't goin' to mention it if it aggravates you, but but makin' a home out of this gray old place would help us both, Hanna. There's no denyin' that. It's what I hoped for when I brought you home a bride here. Just had it kinda planned. You putterin' around the place in some kind of a pink apron like you women can rig yourselves up in and "
"Should you think me silly, Diana, if I told you " "Yes, I should!" she answered so suddenly that I started and the wet potato shot from my grasp. "I fancy it'll rain to-night, Jessamy," said the Tinker, glancing up at the heavens. "Brother, I'm pretty sure of it," answered Jessamy, "I noticed the clouds bankin' up to wind'ard. We'd best rig up t' other tent "
On our voyage home from the Azores he afforded rare fun to all of us, the men dressing him up in regular sailor rig, and the carpenter's mate carving a rifle and sword-bayonet for him out of a bit of wood that was handy.
I was wearin' a Prince Albert coat an' a high plug hat, Locals had on a white flannel yachtin' rig, an' Hammy was sportin' a velvet suit with yeller leggin's an' a belt around the waist. After we had fitted him out with a pipe he sez, "Gentlemen, I may possibly be able to repay you at some future time. I am Lord Arthur Cleighton, second son of the Earl o' Clarenden."
Henry Murger's gratitude, whenever we met, continued to exhale in enthusiastic hymns. I lost sight of him for some time. I was told that he lived somewhere in the Forest of Fontainebleau, to escape his creditors' pursuit. The next day, and every day the petty paper appeared, the joke was renewed with all sorts of variations. It was evidently a "rig" run on me.
The foresail was of the same shape, but smaller. Both these were of matting, and, with two jibs and a fore and aft sail astern of cotton canvas, completed our rig. The crew consisted of about thirty men, natives of Macassar and the adjacent coasts and islands. They were mostly young, and were short, broad-faced, good-humoured looking fellows.
"Why, unhitch the animal, and make it on horseback." "Me?" hooted Jem. "Why, I never rode a horse twice in my life, and then without a saddle not much." "Well, unhitch, anyway; it isn't far to the town. Let the livery stable man come back after the wagon here and give you a new rig." "There's no other way to do that I can make out," agreed Jem. "Yes, that's just what we'll do."
It is certain, however, that when the stream of fire, followed by its curling cloud, had gushed out upon the water, fifty eyes sought in vain to trace the course of the iron messenger among the sails and rigging of the Water-Witch. The symmetry of her beautiful rig was undisturbed, and the unconscious fabric still glided over the waves, with its customary ease and velocity.