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"Wal," said Haley, "I'm fillin' out an order for a plantation, and I think I shall put her in. They telled me she was a good cook; and they can use her for that, or set her at the cotton-picking. She's got the right fingers for that; I looked at 'em. Sell well, either way;" and Haley resumed his cigar. "They won't want the young 'un on the plantation," said the man.
"I telled him I'd come to say good-bye, for as soon as it was too dark for them to see to save me I was going to " "Run away?" said my uncle sternly, for the boy had stopped short. "No, sir," he resumed; "I was going to jump overboard." "Why, you miserable, wicked young rascal, how dare you tell me such a thing as that?" cried my uncle. The boy gave a loud sniff.
"Well, hows'ever that may be, there he was alongside o' the driver. But what staggers of me is, that there wa'n't no Lord Vincent nowhere to be seen! He was 'mong the missin'. And that was the rummest go as ever was. A new bride a-comin' home to her 'pa without no bridegroom. And so I jest axed Mr. Frisbie, Esquire, and he telled me how his lordship missed the trail. What trail!
"She wouldn't let me go out to Bill Hook's to-night; though I telled her as it wasn't for no nonsense I wanted to see him, but about that there gray ferret. I will, too! I'll go back the field way, and cut down there. She'll be none the wiser." Now, this was really a brave resolve for Dan Duff.
Philip went on, still graver than before, boldly continuing to say what he knew would be discordant to the family he loved so well. 'I should ha' telled yo' all about it; I thought on it just as a bit o' news; I'd niver thought on such a thing as uncle there having been in it, and I'm main sorry to hear on it, I am. 'Why? said Sylvia, breathlessly. 'It's niver a thing to be sorry on.
"It's Tammas Whamond back again," she moaned; "and if the mistress hears, she'll tell me to let him in." "You shall open to me," cried a hoarse voice. "That's no Tammas' word," Jean said in bewilderment. "It is Lord Rintoul," Babbie whispered. "What? Then it's truth you telled me." The knocking continued; a door upstairs opened, and Margaret spoke over the banisters. "Have you gone to bed, Jean?
The skipper bes figgerin' on coaxin' of her 'round to marry wid him; but I hears, sir, as how she telled him as how she'd marry no poor, ignorant, dacent fisherman at all, but a king wid a golden crown on his head. Aye, sir, that bes the trut'. The likes o' she be well able to keep Black Denny Nolan in his place." "Thank God!" exclaimed Mr. Darling, sitting back in his chair again.
And for the knots, I've worked 'em now with a finger and now a thumb over a shutter-front till it looked that beautiful the man it was done for telled me himself, 'I'd rather, says he, 'have 'em as you've done 'em than the real thing. But young hands is nowhere with the knots. They puts 'em in too thick."
I think he may be whiles ane an' whiles the ither, an' whiles maybe it wad be ill to say whilk. Oor collie's whiles in twa min's whether he'll du what he's telled or no." "That's the battle of Armageddon, Sheltie, my man. It's aye ragin', ohn gun roared or bayonet clashed. Ye maun up an' do yer best in't, my man.
"And if he ain't 'bout the sickest kid they is," declared Jimmy; "I'll betcher he won't get fresh no more soon. He telled me the other day he ain't had a drink of soda water this summer, 'cause every nickel he gets got to go to Mr.
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