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It was as yet unbroken even if in her intention she had already expended it on many, many things. But there remained that other formidable fact the Widow Sprigg. How meet her inquiring glances? How convince her that she was still worthy of trust who had proved herself unworthy? How endure the torrent of indignation, certain to be let loose upon her when she reappeared at the kitchen door?
Sprigg; "for it belonged to me, and I 'll have the money or I 'll put you in jail!" The little man did not want to go to jail, so with a heavy heart he paid for the wig and the duck, and then took his way sorrowfully homeward. He did not tell Joan of his meeting with Mr. Sprigg; he only said he could not find a drake.
The Widow Sprigg said she was going up there herself soon as she got time, and I'm sure she doesn't do what you did." "C-c-couldn't do it with out," asserted the climber, referring to the moistening operation. "I mean she would never 'shinny' up a straight, slivery beam." "Huh! I s'pose there's a l-l-lad-der, do for g-g-girls," asserted Montgomery, indifferently.
"This duck cost me twelve dollars," he said to his loving wife, "for that is the sum Johnny Sprigg made me pay; and it 's a very high price for one little duck do n't you think so, Joan?" Hickory, Dickory, Dock Hickory, Dickory, Dock Hickory, Dickory, Dock! The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, Dickory, Dock!
Now Johnny Sprigg had missed his little duck, and knew some one had shot it; so he thought this morning he would go the brook and watch for the man who had killed the duck, and make him pay a good price for it. Johnny was a big man, whose head was very bald; therefore he wore a red curly wig to cover his baldness and make him look younger.
"I know he has done so," replied Mr. de Waal, "but I will make a declaration on my oath. A committee was then appointed," he went on, "which waited on the Prime Minister and presented to him this very same petition. Sir Gordon Sprigg, however, said that he would not be ruled by anyone, because they had a responsible Government.
"Here, take a cup of tea. I made it fresh but a few minutes ago. It will refresh you and quiet you wonderfully." Now, as a rule, the Widow Sprigg needed no urging to drink her favorite beverage, which, like many another countrywoman, more's the pity! she kept steeping on the stove all day long.
The duck belonged to Johnny Sprigg, who lived a little way down the brook, but the little man did not know this. He thought it was a wild duck, so he stood up and carefully took aim. "I 'm afraid I can't hit it from here," he thought, "so I 'll just step upon that big stone in the brook, and shoot from there." So he stepped out upon the stone, and took aim at the duck again, and fired the gun.
He opened them and drank obediently, even smacking his lips over the fiery mixture, and Kate, having finished her task, hastily withdrew to the outer room. But what had come over the Widow Sprigg? Her whole manner had changed. Fear seemed to have left her and a stern determination taken its place.
Sir Gordon Sprigg wrote: "August 29th, 1880. "I don't feel able yet to give expression to my sentiments of profound regret that Her Majesty's Government have thought it advisable to recall you from the post which you have held with such conspicuous advantage to South Africa.
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