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There was an air of apology in his manner, but he evidently thought that he needed only to talk for a time, and the youth would perceive that he was a good fellow. "Was pretty good fight, wa'n't it?" he began in a small voice, and the he achieved the fortitude to continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws, how they did fight!
As for pickin' of him up and totin' him back to the shanty that night, that wa'n't nothin' but common humanity. She couldn't let him die in the middle of the lighthouse lane, could she?" Thursday was a perfect day, and the reception committee was on hand and waiting in front of the Bayport post office.
Lathrop, with a start that collapsed at once into a groan; "must I lay " "Gran'ma Mullins says," pursued Susan, "'t the reason she knows so much about it all is 't she had a cousin with a broken leg once. It wa'n't no cow 's kicked him, jus' he was give to meditatin', 'n' while meditatin' durin' house-cleanin' he stepped down the wrong side o' the step-ladder.
"I guess He's saved 'em from the poorhouse to-day. I hope they'll ketch up with us. I'd like to look after those children a little. They need a mother so." "They'll ketch up all right," said Samson. "We're loaded heavier than they'll be and goin' purty slow. They'll be leavin' No Santa Claus Land to-morrow mornin'. Seems so God spoke to me when that girl said there wa'n't no Santa Claus there."
It was a good while sence I'd seen the inside o' the room, for when he heerd me comin' up, he'd open the door a crack an' peek out while he spoke to me; so when I got inside the room and looked about, I was all took aback an' gawped round like a fool, an' no wunder nyther; for of all the good furnitoor and things he'd brought, there wa'n't the fust thing to be seen, save and 'xcept a kind o' frame covered with cloth stannin' ag'inst the wall, an' an old straw-bed on the floor, with him on it, an' a mis'able old comf'table kivered over him."
You wa'n't up in the night, was you?" "No. Slept like a top all through." "Humph! . . . Well, that's good; sleep's a good thing. Cal'late I'll turn in and get a little myself." He moved toward the living room. At the door he paused and asked another question. "How'd you er guess there was fog last night?" he inquired. "Oh, that was easy; everything grass and bushes were so wet this morning.
We struck a rock that wa'n't even down on an Eldredge chart and punched a hole in the schooner's side, jest above what ought to have been the water line, only she was heeled over so that 'twas consider'ble below it most of the time. We had a mean crew aboard, Portugees mainly, and poor ones at that. The skipper was below, asleep, and when he come on deck things was in a bad way.
That's one thing I think about goin'. I know she'll be tickled almost to death to see us comin' in. Mis' Field's a real good woman. There wa'n't anybody in town I set more by than I did by her." "When did you hear from her last, Mandy?" interposed Mrs. Babcock. "About a month ago." "I s'pose Lois is a good deal better?" "Yes, I guess she is. Her mother said she seemed pretty well for her.
"She's fixing to be sick as fast as ever she can," remarked Cynthia dryly, in a kind of aside meant for the audience; "there wa'n't a grain of colour in her face when I went in to try to get her out a little while ago; and Mis' Plumfield ha'n't the heart to do anything with her, nor nobody else." "Mother, will you see what you can do?" said Mr. Carleton. Mrs.
Cussin' never pitched any hay for me." Young Pete was a bit disappointed. "Didn't you never cuss in your life?" Annersley glanced down at the boy. "Well, if you promise you won't tell nobody, I did cuss onct, when I struck the plough into a yellow-jacket's nest which I wa'n't aimin' to hit, nohow.