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Fresh cup an' saucer; clean plate; ditto knife; no need for a fork; now then, sit down." Accepting this hearty invitation, I was soon busy with a muffin, while Mrs Willis gave a slow, elaborate, and graphic account of the sayings and doings of Master Slidder, which account, I need hardly say, was much in his favour, and I am bound to add that he listened to it with pleased solemnity.
When your mistress left you under my care she said, half-jocularly, no doubt that I was not to steal your heart from her. Wasn't that absurd, eh? As if any heart could be stolen from her! Of course I cannot regain your heart, Dumps, and I will not even attempt it `Honour bright, as Robin Slidder says.
"No; honour bright!" exclaimed Slidder, with, for the first time, a somewhat abashed look in his face; "I wouldn't for the wealth of the Injies say a word to nobody wotsomever. It's only atween ourselves that I wentur's to " "Well, well; enough," said I; "don't in future venture to do it even between ourselves, if you care to retain my friendship. Now.
Soon after this event Dr McTougall moved into a new house in the same street; I became regularly established as his partner, and Robin Slidder entered on his duties as page in buttons. It is right to observe here that, in deference to his prejudices, the material of his garments was not blue, but dark grey.
Both ears elevated to the full extent obviously meant "Hurrah!" while a certain motion of his body appeared to imply that, in consequence of his sedentary position, he was vainly attempting to wag the sofa. "If you please, sir," said my landlady, laying the breakfast tray on the table, "there's a shoe-black in the kitchen says he wants to see you." "Ah! young Slidder, I fancy. Well, send him up."
So had the children, the forenoon being fine. Edith had remained at home, for reasons which she did not see fit to divulge. She sat beside me with one of her hands in mine. It was all arranged between us by that time. "Edith," said I after a short pause in our conversation, "I have long wanted to tell you about a dear little old lady with whom Robin Slidder and I have had much to do.
He died when he was about your age, and your kindly ways are so like his that " "Hallo, granny!" interrupted Slidder, standing up with a look of intense surprise, "are you took bad?" "No. Why?" "'Cause you said suthin' about my ways that looks suspicious." "Did I, Robin? I didn't mean to.
"What a boy it is!" responded Mrs Willis. I saw the withered old hand disappear with a muffin in it in the direction of the old mouth, and at this point I entered. "The wery man I wanted to see," exclaimed Slidder, jumping up with what I thought unusual animation, even for him. "Come along, doctor, just in time for grub. Mrs W hain't eat up all the muffins yet.
"Well, Slidder," said I, as we turned down into the mean-looking alley where Mrs Willis, my little old woman, dwelt, "I am greatly interested in what you have told me about my little dog, and I am interested still more in what you have told me about yourself. Now, I want you to do me a favour.
"Why, what's this?" inquires Liza, coming up at the moment, with mischief in her eyes, and bantering her sweetheart with roguish jeers. "You going to run! Why, you are only a bit of a boy, you know. How can you expect to win?" "Just you wait and see, little lass," says Robbie, with undisturbed good humor. "You'll slidder all the way down the fell, sure enough," saves Liza.
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