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'It is very grand, she said to Ann Eliza; and Billy, who was leaning toward her, replied: 'Yes, too grand for a Pe-Peterkin. It wants you, there, Jerrie, as its m-m-master-p-p-piece, and, by Jove, you can b-be there, too, if you will! No one heard this attempt at an offer but Jerrie, who, with a saucy toss of the head, replied, laughingly: 'Thank you, Billy.
He shut his eyes, and in a desperate, earnest voice said, under his breath, "Good-by!" And again, lower still, "Good-by!" "Good-by, Johnnie." He looked up into her laughing eyes. His color came hot, his heart pounded, and he gasped, "S-say m-my John! Won't you?" "Why, certainly. Good-by, my Johnnie." She smiled yet more. "Will will" he choked "will you b-be my k Fannie when I g-get old enough?"
After thinking a minute, Harry began. I will tell you a story that my father told me. In a village in Pennsylvania, on the banks of the Schuylkill River, there lived a wealthy man. "Once upon a time," said Jimmy Jackson. "B-be st-still! Come to order th-th-there, Jackson," stammered the chairman, and the story went on. Yes, once upon a time, there lived a wealthy man who had two sons.
Then he seemed to recognize her and began to rave about his duty to England, and how England's enemies had given him poison. "I'm poisoned, ole girl. I knew what it would be. But when they sent for me I had to go." "Who sent for you?" "They sent a note by King. It came in by the English mail. Th-th-they have t-t-to b-be s-so c-c-careful," he said, and that was all he would tell her.
"Mercedes," he managed to say finally, "Ye're a-g-goin' ter ride away, an' m-maybe thar'll be o-one hell o' a fracas up yere afore the rest o' us g-g-git out o' this scrape. I d-don't reckon as it'll b-be me as will git h-hurt, but somehow I 'd f-feel a heap better if you 'd j-jest say them words what I a-asked yer to afore yer g-go, little g-girl; I would that."
Unhappily, the boy too caught sight of Stubby Mons, and called him by name. The lumberman stopped and pricked up his ears. "Did you hear anybody call?" he asked his companion. "N-n-n-n-aw, I d-d-d-d-didn't," answered Stuttering Peter. "There b-be lots of qu-qu-qu-qu-eer n-noises in the w-w-w-woods."
In spite of the summer warmth of the spot in which they sat her husband's big frame had begun to quiver and shake before her very eyes. Evidently he was trying hard to control the strange fit of shivering which had seized him. "Don't be s-scared, d-dear," he managed to get out between rigid jaws. "It's just a bit of a ch-chill. I'll b-be all right in a m-minute." "In all this sunshine? Why, Red!"
"Rats!" remarked Spike. But he shifted the course, just the same. We drew away from the strange yacht for about three minutes, and then, "Sh-She's c-coming about!" shouted Spook. She certainly was coming about. In a few seconds she was headed for us once again. "I d-don't know about you f-fellows, b-but I'll never b-be t-taken alive.
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