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That's a pictur of him in his hairy dress, wi' his goat, an' parrot, an' the umbrellar as he made hisself, a-lookin' at the footprint on the sand." The picture, coupled with Bob Lumsden's graphic description, had the desired effect. His little friend's interest was aroused, and Pat finally accepted the book, with a promise to read it carefully when he should find time.
"You have no idea, my dear," she said, "how clever they are at Scotland Yard. Would you believe it, I left my umbrellar the other day in a cab, and I didn't know the number of the cab, for numbers won't remain in my head, nor the look of the cabman, for I never look at cabmen, they are so rude sometimes.
Bobby, dear, don't steal again." "No, Hetty, I won't, I'll vork. I didn't go for to do it a-purpose, but I was overtook some'ow I seed the umbrellar standin' handy, you know, and etceterer. But I'm sorry I did it, an' I won't do it again."
I didn't even remember the place where I got into the cab, for I can't remember places when I've to go to so many, so I gave up my umbrellar for lost and was going away, when a policeman stepped up to me and asked in a very civil tone if I had lost anything. He was so polite and pleasant that I told him of my loss, though I knew it would do me no good, as he had not seen the cab or the cabman.
Emmar didn't for a long time, but then, after a spell, she gave up all the comforts of her father's house just to stand by me, and no one's ever had a word to say against Emmar." They stopped at a farmhouse on the outskirts of the village. Smith had said to Susannah, "There's a gentleman I know stopping at Sharon Peck's. I'll pass the umbrellar on to him, and he'll take you home.
She's tickled me considerabull sumtims only it was the wrong wa. Most human naturs git tickled the wrong wa sumtims. She was heviest onter me the fust yeer I ever owned a Umbrellar. I was going on 18 yeer old then, and praid for rane as bad as any dride-up farmer.
"You are not keeping the rain off yourself." "It don't matter about me. I don't mind getting wet." His tone carried conviction. After a while gratitude again stirred her into speech. "I'm afraid you find it awfully hard holding up the umbrella." He gave a glance downward at her as she toiled by his side. "Why you're most blown away as it is. You couldn't get along without the umbrellar."
Now, how did the young policeman that spoke to me the day before know that my umbrellar would go there, and how did it get there? They say the days of miracles are over, but I don't think so, for that was a miracle if ever there was one."
On the way home, however, I thought there might be something in it, so I did go down to Scotland Yard next day, where I was received with as much civility as if I had been a lady of quality, and was taken to a room as full of umbrellas as an egg's full of meat almost. "`You'd know the umbrellar if you saw it, madam, said the polite constable who escorted me.
"`I think, madam, he said, `that if you go down to Scotland Yard to-morrow morning, you may probably find it there. "`Young man, said I, `do you take me for a fool! "`No, madam, I don't, he replied. "`Or do you take my umbrellar for a fool, said I, `that it should walk down to Scotland Yard of its own accord and wait there till I called for it?
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