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"'There's some sense in that, madam, says he, an' then he went into court ag'in. "Jone never had no chance to jine in with the other fellers, for they couldn't agree, an' they were all discharged, at last. So the whole thing went for nuthin. "When Jone come out, he looked like he'd been drawn through a pump-log, an' he says to me, tired-like, "'Has there been a frost?
"The auld sudna lie upo' the tap o' the yoong, Cosmo, my son." "Father, I wad willin'ly be a bed to ye to lie upo', gien that wad ease ye; but I'm thinkin' we baith may lie saft upo' the wull o' the great Father, e'en whan that's hardest." "True as trowth!" returned the laird. " But ye're luikin' some tired-like, Cosmo!" "I AM some tired, an' unco dry. I wad fain hae a drink o' milk."
"May be, sir, but one day she come creepin' back to me, very 'eart-broke an' shameful, pore lass; seems the circus cove, growin' tired-like, 'ad took to usin' 'is whip on 'er an' so she come a-creepin' back to me." "And what then?" "Why, then, o' course I married 'er." "Married her! But after the disgrace " "There weren't no disgrace; I married 'er!
"All this morning hast thou sat there with that knitting on thy lap, and scarce worked a round at it. And your violin why, Frida, you have not played on it for weeks, and even Hans notices it; and Wilhelm says to me no longer ago than this morning, 'Why, wife, what ails our woodland child? The spirit has all left her, and she looks white and tired-like."
Then he leaned back, tired-like, against the log, and dredged his upper left-hand waistcoat-pocket, and brought up a sovereign wrapped in a pound note. Then he waited for me to speak; but I couldn't. I got my mouth open, but couldn't get it shut again. "I got that out of the mugs last night, but I thought that we'd want it, and might as well keep it.
A man that can come three thousand miles to own up to a wrong is worth forgiving. How is Christina?" "Christina is well, but tired-like with the care of me through my long sickness. She has sent you a letter, and here it is. The poor lass has suffered more than either of us; but never a word of complaining from her. Jamie, I have promised her to bring you back with me. Can you come?"
"That's the man," resumed Mr. Taft. "Waal, Bill fell sick kinder moped 'round, tired-like, for a week or two, an' then tuck to his bed. His folks sent for Dock Smith ol' Dock Smith that used to carry a pair o' leather saddlebags. Gosh, they don't have no sech doctors nowadays! Waal, the dock he come; an' he looked at Bill's tongue, an' felt uv his pulse, an' said that Bill had typhus fever."
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