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Suppose I tell you that I have been in his painting room scores of times, and that his sister The has made me tea, and his sister Toffy has made coffee for me? You will only say I am an old ombog."
Toffy steered the boat as near the shore as the mud would allow, and as the wood of the wharf burned more brightly he could see some men running to and fro confusedly every few minutes, and then making off farther down the river. 'They 'll fire the steamer next! said Peter, and then bent his back to the oar, and the boat swung away into the middle of the stream again.
He comforted him as well as he knew how, and wished that Jane were there, and thought how well she could console the little fellow; and he said to himself with an upward stretch of his arms which relieved the ache of his heart for a moment, 'Oh, if women only knew how much a man wants them when he is down in his luck! He thought that he could have told Jane everything and have talked to her about Toffy as to no one else, and he wished with all his heart that he could climb up there behind the stack of wood and give way to tears as this poor little chap had done.
Jane drew a little nearer, and just then Toffy laid down the book which he had been reading and strolled about the room. Perhaps he wanted to show Peter that he was still there and awake, and in some way to comfort him by his presence, for he sat down by Mrs. Chance's piano and picked out a tune with one of his fingers.
The Englishmen had learned to call their horses after their different shades of colour, in the usual Argentine way; the one Peter spoke of was a dun-coloured brute, three-parts English-bred. Toffy protested, but Peter was obstinate.
"Will some one help me pull the toffy?" said she. Her eyes were upon Dan Jordan he rose quickly to his feet and followed the girl smilingly to the kitchen. "I wanted you to help me get it ready," Teola said; coloring. "I'm glad you chose me," replied Dan. "I didn't ask you, did I?" The beautiful head hung low over the brown mixture in the kettle. "Your eyes did," laughed Dan.
It was probably the ugliest as well as the least comfortable room in the house, but it happened to be the only one in which there was a good fire that afternoon; and Toffy, descending from his bedroom, weak and ill with influenza, had come in there at two o'clock, and was now lying down with a railway-rug placed across his feet, and his head uncomfortably supported by a hard roller-cushion and an ornamentation in mahogany which gracefully finished off the pattern of the sofa-frame.
His dark clothes were always neatly brushed and folded by himself, and he generally spent his days riding to and fro between the house and the nearest telegraph-office. 'You should take a holiday while you are here, said Toffy, seeing Purvis sitting down immediately to write one of his interminable telegrams. 'It would do you good. 'It's my nerves, said Purvis hopelessly.
But the winter days were yet to come, though the cold autumn winds and falling leaves heralded their sure approach; and this evening Winnie and Dick were engaged not in wandering hand in hand into wonderland, but in the prosaic occupation of making toffy.
Miss Sherard's feeling of faintness was only momentary, and already the bright colour was in her cheeks again and she laughed and said, 'It was not the jump, really, Jane; but I am a horrible gambler, and I put my very last shilling on Toffy. Mrs. Ogilvie's ball, according to an old-established custom, followed closely on the race.
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