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This seemed to imply a negative, and the old man turned to another hopeful, who was pulling the fur from a mangy bearskin on which he was lying, with an expression as though it were somebody's hair. "Well, Tom, wot's to hinder you from goin'?" "Mam's goin' to Brown's store at sunup, and I s'pose I've got to pack her and the baby agin."
"Oh, well, I s'pose sick folks have to be humored." Billy Louise leaned closer still. "Mighty few kissy places left," she observed with the same shaky flippancy, a minute later. "Say, Ward, you look for all the world like old Sourdough Williams!" Sourdough Williams, it may be remarked, was a particularly hairy and unkempt individual who lived a more or less nomadic life in the hills, trapping.
They're up here to get spliced before she goes East." "So! Well, no reason why they shouldn't, I s'pose?" "None that I know of." "I kind of had a hunch 'twas her and you when you got out of the car, Marc." "Me!" "Yes. You needn't blush. You ain't too old to think of settlin' down if you pick a woman that ain't too young and giddy for you."
At this I saw the door of the dining saloon pushed open, and John himself thrust out his hand. "All litee," said he, merely greeting me casually. "You come?" "Yes," said I, with equal sang-froid. "You makee quick jump now, John, s'pose I come in." "All litee," said he once more. I saw now that he stood there, a book and a bundle in his arm. Perhaps he had been reading to pass the time!
"D'ye s'pose they break those up every day?" whispered Sandy to the more dignified Charlie. "Suttinly, suh," replied the colored man, overhearing the question; "suttinly, suh.
"It's a woman that's ridin'," said Smith at last, "an' she's carryin' some sort of a bundle before her." "You're shorely right, Deaf," said Karnes, "an' I think the one walkin' is a black fellow. Looks like it from here." "I'm your way of thinkin'," said the Panther, "an' the woman on the horse is American, or I'm mightily fooled in my guess. S'pose we ride ahead faster an' see for shore."
'Course that wouldn't do. Yes, I guess you were right. There ain't much to do but sink it in the brook. Would you 'a' dreamed there could be anything in the world so hard to get rid of? All I've got to say is I hope neither Martin nor old Miss Webster finds it. What do you s'pose they'd say?" "I wouldn't want Martin to come on to it unexpected. 'Twould worry me to death." Eliza shuddered.
"O dear, no," cried Polly, hastily, all in a tremble, and only anxious to get it out of her mind as soon as possible, and whirling around with her back to the wonderful picture. "I s'pose, now, your Ma don't approve of 'em," he said, looking quite solemn all at once; "well there, I s'pose they ain't quite 'xactly the thing, but they look pretty nice on paper.
Do do you s'pose it'll make her turn agin me?" "Gracious! No; what an idee! Why, you've worked yourself into a regular chill, I declare. Go home, and tell Hannah to fix you up a good stiff dose of Jamaica ginger right away. Well, I never!" "Then you think she's coming out of it all right?"
"We go down to Ocean Cliff sometimes, where Uncle William and Aunt Emily and Cousin Dorothy live. But I don't like the ocean so much now, if it made your father drown." "Oh, well, there have to be shipwrecks I s'pose," remarked Tommy. "But, of course, it was awful hard to lose my father." He turned his head away and seemed to be looking out of the window.
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