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In its new coat of varnish, with new keys and strings, it seemed much like any other violin to Sinton, but to Elnora it was the most beautiful instrument ever made, and a priceless treasure. She held it in her arms, touched the strings softly and then she drew the bow across them in whispering measure. She had no time to think what a remarkably good bow it was for sixteen years' disuse.
Tom Collins still for some time attempted to dissuade his friend from quitting the country, and his sweet little wife, Lizette, seconded his efforts with much earnestness; but Ned Sinton was immovable. He took passage in the first ship that sailed for England.
Mr Shirley poked the fire, put on his spectacles, smoothed out the wrinkles on his bald forehead with his hand, took up the Times, and settled himself down in his easy-chair to read; but his nephew's prospects could not be banished from his mind. When Edward Sinton left his chamber, an hour after the conversation related in the last chapter, his brow was unruffled and his step light.
"We will all go," said Mrs. Comstock. "I am mightily interested in those bugs myself." From afar commotion could be seen at the Sinton home. Wesley and Margaret were running around wildly and peculiar sounds filled the air. "What's the trouble?" asked Philip, hurrying to Wesley. "Cholera!" groaned Sinton. "My hogs are dying like flies." Margaret was softly crying.
"It takes all we can earn to pay the tax, and mother wouldn't cut a tree for her life." "Well then, maybe, I'll be compelled to cut one for her," suggested Sinton. "Anyway, stop tearing yourself to pieces and tell me. If it isn't clothes, what is it?" "It's books and tuition. Over twenty dollars in all." "Humph!
"Well, well," interrupted Mr Shirley, "never mind the dream just now; we shall have it at some other time. I have important matters to talk over with you, my boy. Morton has written to me. Get up and come down as quickly as you can, and we'll discuss the matter over our breakfast." As the door closed after the retreating form of his uncle, Edward Sinton leaped out of bed and into his trousers.
"I've adopted him for the time being, if not longer," replied Wesley Sinton. "Where did you get him?" "Well, young woman," said Wesley Sinton, "Mr. Brownlee told me the history of your lunch box. It didn't seem so funny to me as it does to the rest of them; so I went to look up the father of Billy's family, and make him take care of them, or allow the law to do it for him.
"Bolted with the black cook, or somebody else, and married him," interrupted Tom, with a look of horror, as he threw himself into any easy-chair. "Not at all," rejoined Lizette, hurriedly; "nothing of the sort; she has discovered that the little girl Mr Sinton brought with him is her sister." "What! Kate Morgan's sister!" cried Tom, with a look of surprise.
What could she do? She was too frightened to think. Should she stay from school that day and canvass the homes appearing to belong to the wealthy, and try to sell beds of wild ferns, as she had suggested to Wesley Sinton? What would she dare ask for bringing in and planting a clump of ferns? How could she carry them? Would people buy them?
"Kin I take some to Jimmy and Belle?" "If you'll come with me and be my boy, I'll see that they have plenty." "What will pa say?" "Your pa is in that kind of sleep now where he won't wake up, Billy," said Sinton. "I am pretty sure the law will give you to me, if you want to come." "When people don't ever wake up they're dead," announced Billy. "Is my pa dead?" "Yes, he is," answered Sinton.
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