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He stood in front of it for many minutes, in silence, and Jethro watched him. At last he turned. "Where is she?" he asked. It was a queer question, and Jethro's answer was quite as lacking in convention. "G-gone to Brampton gone to Brampton." "Gone to Brampton! Do you mean to say ? What is she doing there?" Bob demanded. "Teachin' school," said Jethro; "g-got Miss Goddard's place."
Cynthia's eyes were on the orange line of the sunset over Coniston, but she laughed a little, indulgently. "Cynthy?" "Yes." "Er that Painter-man hain't such a bad fellow w-why didn't you ask him in to supper?" "I'll give you three guesses," said Cynthia, but she did not wait for them. "It was because I wanted to be alone with you. Milly's gone out, hasn't she?" "G-gone a-courtin'," said Jethro.
He stood in front of it for many minutes, in silence, and Jethro watched him. At last he turned. "Where is she?" he asked. It was a queer question, and Jethro's answer was quite as lacking in convention. "G-gone to Brampton gone to Brampton." "Gone to Brampton! Do you mean to say ? What is she doing there?" Bob demanded. "Teachin' school," said Jethro; "g-got Miss Goddard's place."
"So do I," said Dade grimly. "You can send McHale word." As Casey closed the door and set a chair against it in place of the damaged fastenings, Kitty Wade peeped from her room. "Are the outlaws g-gone?" she asked. "They have went," her husband replied. "You are saved, m'dear. Your little heart may now palpitate in normal palps." His wife, looking altogether charming and girlish, emerged.
He stood in front of it for many minutes, in silence, and Jethro watched him. At last he turned. "Where is she?" he asked. It was a queer question, and Jethro's answer was quite as lacking in convention. "G-gone to Brampton gone to Brampton." "Gone to Brampton! Do you mean to say ? What is she doing there?" Bob demanded. "Teachin' school," said Jethro; "g-got Miss Goddard's place."
Oi tought maybe ye'd run off an' left me to rot down in the hole. Whut 's up now, ye freckled-face ilephant, yer?" Brown indulged in a cautious glance about, then stuck his almost boyish face farther down within the safety of the hole before venturing an explanation. "B-B-Bill's g-gone to find s-s-some engi-n-neer w-with nerve 'nough ter r-r-run our lines," he managed to spit out disjointedly.
Cynthia's eyes were on the orange line of the sunset over Coniston, but she laughed a little, indulgently. "Cynthy?" "Yes." "Er that Painter-man hain't such a bad fellow w-why didn't you ask him in to supper?" "I'll give you three guesses," said Cynthia, but she did not wait for them. "It was because I wanted to be alone with you. Milly's gone out, hasn't she?" "G-gone a-courtin'," said Jethro.
"Yes, it's a watch; my mother left it to me, and some day I'll wear it, you know; your mother's g-gone, too, Peter, isn't she?" "Aye," replied Peter, "but a' dinna mind o' her." And then, anxious to change the subject, he produced a new knife with six blades. Before leaving he promised to give Nestie a pair of rabbits, and to guide him in their upbringing after a proper fashion.
All the company stared in equal amazement and apprehension, as Edna suddenly bowed her head on the lawyer's little broadcloth shoulder, and shook him with her sobs. "Edna!" exclaimed Dunham, stepping forward, and he was unconscious of the severity of his voice. "Do you know you're frightening us? Where is Sylvia?" "G-gone!" "Where, for mercy's sake?" demanded Miss Martha tremulously.
Cynthia's eyes were on the orange line of the sunset over Coniston, but she laughed a little, indulgently. "Cynthy?" "Yes." "Er that Painter-man hain't such a bad fellow w-why didn't you ask him in to supper?" "I'll give you three guesses," said Cynthia, but she did not wait for them. "It was because I wanted to be alone with you. Milly's gone out, hasn't she?" "G-gone a-courtin'," said Jethro.
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