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"Roddy doesn't say he is ill," her mother said. "I wonder what he's coming home for." Supposing you had really gone? Supposing you were at Agaye when Roddy The thought of Roddy gave her a pain in her heart. The thought of not going to Agaye dragged at her waist and made her feel weak, suddenly, as if she were trying to stand after an illness. She went up to her room.
In the same breath he started violently, and swung about. The door had closed behind him, swiftly but gently, eclipsing the faint light from the hall, leaving what amounted to stark darkness. His first impression was that the intruder Roddy or whoever had darted past him and out, pulling the door to in that act. Before he could consciously revise this misconception he was fighting for his life.
"What do you s'pose Mother is going to make you, Roddy?" "I don't know," replied Brother absently. "I keep thinking about Ralph's present. He says that he thinks I'll be tall enough to have it by tomorrow." "Did you drink all your milk for breakfast?" asked Sister anxiously. Ralph was most particular about the children's milk.
The thick, rich trees were trying to climb the Edge, but they couldn't get higher than the netted fields. The lean, ragged firs had succeeded. No. Not quite. They stood out against the sky, adventurous mountaineers, roped together, leaning forward with the effort. "It's Mamma's fault," Roddy was saying. "Papa would have gone anywhere, but she would come to this damned Morfe." "Don't.
"We're all the same," he said. "I'd give you and Dan up any day for Mark. Dan would give up you and me. Mark would give up all of us for Mamma. And Mamma would give up all of us for Mark." Roddy had never said anything like that before. "I'll stick to you, anyhow," she said. "It's no use your sticking. I shan't be here. I shall have to clear out and do something," he said.
She went up to her room to wait for it, and before the line was put through she thought of something that would have prevented her doing it if she'd thought in time. He'd probably think something horrible had happened to one of them. So the moment she heard his voice it was faint and far-away but clear enough that she could detect the straining urgency of it she said: "It's all right, Roddy.
We'll search till doomshday. I knew we'd find you if we kep' on searching. Thash jus' wot I said to Roddy, didn' I, Roddy? We mush have overlokked yo' when we were here at 'leven." "I was not here at eleven," she cried breathlessly. "Thash jus' what I tol' 'em," insisted Freddie triumphantly. "I saysh: 'What's use lookin' here?
But just the way she spoke his name, startled almost frightened him, she said it so quietly, so tenderly. "Roddy," she said, "I want you to come over here and kiss me, and then go back and sit down in that chair again." He went a little pale at that. The swing of his foot was arrested suddenly. But, for a moment, he made no move just looked wonderingly into her great grave eyes.
"Tenez! up! up! Ah ça! A clean shave, mister, hein?" A touch on the lever had sent the aeroplane soaring aloft at a steep angle, and she cleared by little more than a hair's breadth the edge of a thick plantation of firs. "A close shave, as you say, Roddy," came the answer. And then the speaker let forth a gust of wrathful language which his companion heard in sympathetic silence.
We sat down by the little bears, and I whispered to Roddy to be brave, for God would take care of us and our friends would surely find us. Then we lay down on the dry grass and, being very weary, soon went to sleep, with our arms around each other. "How long we slept we knew not, but were suddenly roused up by the little bears playing and tumbling over and around us.
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