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"Well, I've got just as much conscience as any man in business can afford to keep, just a little, you know, to swear by, as 't were," said the trader, jocularly; "and, then, I'm ready to do anything in reason to 'blige friends; but this yer, you see, is a leetle too hard on a fellow a leetle too hard." The trader sighed contemplatively, and poured out some more brandy.
The bantering note vanished from the man's voice. "I'ld like to break yer neck, ye young whelp, but I won't not just yet!" He seemed to be licking his ugly chops at the thought of a future occasion when he might allow himself this luxury. Then he went on, half to himself it seemed. "Hm, Bonnet's a queer 'un! Never can tell what he'll do.
It would sorter spruce you up, an' keep you warm, besides; you know you 've had a cold fer a week, an' yer pipes is all stopped up." So it was decided, and Billy wore the comforter. At seven o 'clock they were ready, and, the news having spread abroad that the Wiggses were going to a show, many of the neighbors came in to see how they looked and to hear how it happened.
"L'arned yer lesson, hev yeh, sweety?" he jeered at her, foolishly. "Well, get in yer box, then." He let her struggle up to a seat behind himself with very little assistance, but when she was seated and started on her way she began to wish she had stayed behind and taken any perils of the way rather than trust herself in proximity to this creature.
She's a tremendously nice girl there's no doubt of that." At this juncture, Joe came out on the porch, hat in hand. "Mornin', Mr. Winfield." "Good morning, Joe; how are your troubles this morning?" "They're ill right, I guess," he replied, pleased with the air of comradeship. "Want me to read the paper to yer?" "No, thank you, Joe, not this morning."
"Well, I'm sorry there ain't nothin' stronger in the fort to give 'ee than tea, but for my part I find it strong enough to keep up my spirits, an' yer all heartily welcome to swig buckets-full o' that. There is an old fiddle in the store. If any o' ye can scrape a tune, we'll have a dance. If not, why we'll sing and be jolly."
We has our own good times. An' I want you to come Sunday night an' tell all 'bout the good eggs, fish, and butter. Mark my words, Bobby, we's all gwine to git free. I seed it all in a vision, as plain as de nose on yer face." "Well, I hope your vision will come out all right, and that the eggs will keep and the butter be fresh till we have our next meetin'."
Mashing he up to me, and says he, `Would you like a shillin', my boy? says he. `You're 'avin' a lark with me, says I. `No, I ain't, says 'e, 'oldin' it out. `What do yer want? says I. `You know Smith? says 'Orksbury. `That ain't no concarn of yourn, says I. `You ain't got no concarn with my governor, says I. `Oh, then you don't want the shillin'? says he. `No, I don't, says I, seein' they was up to games. `What do you mean by it? says Mashing, a-pullin' my ear.
Robert hesitated for a moment whether to fly or speak. He was a Lowland country boy, and therefore rude of speech, but he was three parts a Celt, and those who know the address of the Irish or of the Highlanders, know how much that involves as to manners and bearing. He advanced the next instant and spoke. 'I beg yer pardon, mem. I thoucht naebody wad see me. I haena dune nae ill.
The compliment was sincere, and by no means made with the intention of softening Carter's heart, but it had that effect, and he beamed on Midget as he replied: "Ah, that's all right, me little lady. Ye just naturally can't help bouncin' about like a rubber ball. Ye have to work off yer animal spirits somehow, I s'pose.
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