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I'm t'inkin' I would rader sing songs to 'im all alone onderneat' de stars beside my campfire, an' talk wit' 'im in my bark canoe, dan go livin' wit' you in fine house an' let 'im get col' an' die." "But I told him I'd marry you that I had always intended to. He'll believe I was lying," she moaned, in distress. "Dat's too bad but dis t'ing ain' no doin's wit' me.
Not'ing's neber de matter wid me 'cept when I eats too much but it's you an' your fadder I's t'inkin' ob." "But we are both getting on very well, Sally, are we not? I am quite safe here, and darling father is growing stronger and fatter every day, thank God! and then our hope is very strong. Why should you be anxious?"
"Call them A, and B," suggested Jimmy. "Den I hears him de foist mug strike a light, 'cos it's dark dere 'cos of de storm, an' den he says, 'Got youse, have I? he says. 'I've had my eye on youse, t'inkin' youse was up to somet'in' of dis kind. I've bin watching youse! I knew de voice. It's dat mug what calls himself Sir Tummas' vally. An' de odder " Jimmy burst into a roar of laughter.
Sure, I felt desperate bad about it at the time an' now I feels worse. Aye, sir, worse, seein' as how ye be sich a fine, grand ginerous young gintleman as ye be. An' then the way he ups an' takes all yer gold an' fine jewels away from ye, an' ye t'inkin' all the time 'twas the folk o' Nap Harbor done it!" "Yes, it was certainly an unmannerly trick," said Darling, quietly.
"They t'ought ye was under a spell an' next they was t'inkin' as how the gold sure had a curse on to it or ye wouldn't give it to 'em." The skipper nodded. "I was too easy wid 'em!" he said. "Sure, b'ys, I'll be mendin' it."
"Then it must be that you're afraid of hurting his feelings, Moses, for I know of no other kind of fear." "Pr'aps da's it!" said the negro with a bright look, "now I wouldn't wonder if you's right, Massa Nadgel. It neber come into my head in dat light before. I used to be t'ink, t'inkin' ob nights when I's tired ob countin' my fingers an' toes. But I couldn't make nuffin' ob it. Now I knows!
Many time me stan' by dat keg, t'inkin', t'inkin', t'inkin' if me stuff de light in it, and blow de pyrits vid all dere tings to 'warsl smash; but no me tinks dat some of dem wasn't all so bad as each oder."
"Oh, yes, but change of work is rest. And how's the rheumatism, now, any better?" "Bettah? Why, Mawse Gawge, I ain' got a smidgeon of hit. I's jes' limpin' a leetle bit on 'count o' habit." "Well, it's good if one can get well, even if his days are nearly spent." "Heish, Mas' Gawge. I ain' t'inkin' 'bout dyin'." "Aren't you ready yet, in all these years?"
"Then it must be that you're afraid of hurting his feelings, Moses, for I know of no other kind of fear." "Pr'aps da's it!" said the negro with a bright look, "now I wouldn't wonder if you's right, Massa Nadgel. It neber come into my head in dat light before. I used to be t'ink, t'inkin' ob nights when I's tired ob countin' my fingers an' toes But I couldn't make nuffin' ob it. Now I knows!
Well, den, say, youse can take it from me dat mabbe youse'll be glad I blew around. I was lookin' fer a guy about yer size fer a little job to-night, an' I was t'inkin' of lettin' Young Dutchy in on it, but seem' youse are here an' in wid Mag, an' dat I got to get Mag in, too, youse are on if youse say de word." "Wot's de lay?" inquired Larry the Bat, unbending a little.
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