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While he was debating this matter with his conscience, leaning against a stile that interrupted a path to the town, Leonard Fairfield was startled by an exclamation. He looked up, and beheld Mr. Sprott the tinker.
"I wish we could say as much for our own folk," says I, recalling Sprott and Sang, and perhaps James More himself. "I will never complain of the country of my friend," said she, and spoke it out with an accent so particular that I seemed to see the look upon her face. "I do not know what you think, Catriona," said I, when I was a little recovered, "but this has been the best day yet!
"He is to be inquired of at the house of one Sprott, an honest Scots merchant," says she; and then with the same breath, "I am wishing to thank you very much you are a brave friend to me." "It will be time enough when I get you to your father," said I, little thinking that I spoke so true. "I can tell him a fine tale of a loyal daughter."
"I am sure you did not mean to hurt him, Sprott," said the parson, more politely I fear than honestly, for he had seen enough of that cross-grained thing called the human heart, even in the little world of a country parish, to know that it requires management and coaxing and flattering, to interfere successfully between a man and his own donkey, "I am sure you did not mean to hurt him; but he has already got a sore on his shoulder as big as my hand, poor thing!"
Riccabocca; "in mine, it is not the ass that walks first in the procession that gets the blows." The parson jumped from the stile, and looking over the hedge that divided the field from the road "Gently, gently," said he; "the sound of the stick spoils the singing! Oh, Mr. Sprott, Mr. Sprott! a good man is merciful to his beast."
So saying, the tinker slid his panniers on the ground, gave a grunt of release and satisfaction, and seated himself with great composure on the stile from which Leonard had retreated. "But, dash my wig," resumed Mr. Sprott, as he once more surveyed Leonard, "vy, you bees a rale gentleman, now, surely! Vot's the dodge, eh?" "Dodge!" repeated Leonard, mechanically, "I don't understand you."
"He is to be inquired of at the house of one Sprott, an honest Scotch merchant," says she; and then with the same breath, "I am wishing to thank you very much you are a brave friend to me." "It will be time enough when I get you to your father," said I, little thinking that I spoke so true. "I can tell him a fine tale of a loyal daughter."
T. H. Sprott, to take his place; while in Nelson, Bishop Mules was succeeded by an Australian clergyman, Canon Sadlier of Melbourne. Dunedin still keeps its first bishop, who, after an episcopate of 43 years, ranks as the senior prelate of the British Empire. Christchurch has had but one change. All the other dioceses can reckon three or four.
Kiddie still looked puzzled, as if he had difficulty in making up his mind concerning the offer that had been made to him to become the head chief and lawman of the Crow nation. "There's no need for you to hurry, Little Cayuse," said Simon Sprott. "Take your own time to consider the proposition. Think about it deeply, all round, from all sides. The Crows will wait.
Sprott of destroying his rick, yet, when he once set about suspecting, he found he had quite as good cause to suspect fifty other persons. How on earth could a man puzzle himself about ricks and tinkers when all his cares and energies were devoted to a dejeune dansant?
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