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The oldest child was a daughter, six years of age, named Edith from her mother. Edward, between three and four years old, and Aggy the baby, made up the number of Mr. Carroll's household treasures. They were all just of an age to require their mother's attention in every thing. As her husband entered the room, Mrs. Carroll said "I'm glad you've come down, dear.
"I expect he'll never speak to me again, and I'm sure Mr. Merceron won't;" and she sat on the footstool, the picture of dejection. Lord Thrapston was moved to enunciate a solemn truth. "Aggy," said he, shaking his finger at her, "in this world you can't have your fun for nothing."
"How old are you now, Miss Milly?" asked Aggy, in a tone of increased respect. "Nineteen," replied the other with a sigh. Again Aggy's pretty round face was rippled by a suppressed giggle, and it is highly probable that she would have given way altogether if Junkie had not returned at the moment and rescued her. "Here's the water, Milly. Now, Aggy, have you had enough?"
And yet we are ever trying to throw off care; to rise into positions where we will be free from action or duty. The voice of a child is now heard. It is crying. "Dear little Aggy! What can ail her?" says the mother, tenderly. And she inclines an ear, listening earnestly. The crying continues. "Poor child! Something is wrong with her. Won't you open the door a moment?"
Jones directing his assist ants to proceed with their charge to the county jail, while he pursued his own way up the gravel walk, with the kind of self-satisfaction that a man of his organization would feel, who had really for once done a very clever thing. Holla! Aggy! shouted the sheriff, when he reached the door; where are you, you black dog? will you keep me here in the dark all night?
Richard was now seated on the stool again, and, the black taking the hind seat, the steeds were put in motion toward home, As they dashed down the hill on a fast trot, the driver occasionally turned his face to Aggy, and continued speaking; for, notwithstanding their recent rupture, the most perfect cordiality was again existing between them, This goes to prove that I turned the horses with the reins, for no man who is shot in the right shoulder can have strength enough to bring round such obstinate devils.
"'Well . . . It won't be such an awful loss. "'Now you look here, Agamemnon G. Jones, says I, 'I ain't going to stand for putting up a summer breeze ag'in' that feller's good dough that's a skin game, to speak it pleasantly. "Then Aggy argues the case with me, and when Aggy started to argue, you might just as well 'moo' and chase yourself into the corral, because he'd get you, sure.
'That's the way it always happens. And once more in my life I experienced the peculiar feeling of being altogether at a loss for words. "'Aggy, says I at last, 'I've got a good notion to lay two violent hands on you, and wind you up like an eight-day clock, but rather than make hard feelings between friends, I'll refrain. Besides you are a funny cuss, that's sure.
If Lemuel Keith had not adored his brother, he would have hated him hated him for possessing that one quality of rash courage beside which every other virtue seemed mean and worthless. Presently he found himself looking in at the window again. Joe had disappeared from the scene. Bub Quinn and his Aggy were sitting side by side in stony silence.
There's old Salter, rich as a Jew. She's smart enough to capture him and add all he has to all that was coming to Andrew Zane." Mr. Salter drew up his napkin and sneezed into it a soft articulation of "Jericho! Jericho!" "Cal, don't you think you have some chance there yet?" asked Knox Van de Lear. "I hoped you would have won Aggy long ago. It's a better show than I ever had.
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