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Then she saw him and with what an unpleasant shock. If only Tilly did not see him, too! But no such luck was hers. "Look out, there's Bob," nudged Tilly almost at once. Alas! there was no question of his waiting longingly for her to appear. He was walking with two ladies, and laughing and talking.
"It was a great idea, that of a six months' trapping in the backwoods. When we get back to England we'll all four look as healthy as savages. My Bob is the colour of a redskin." "It was a great blessing that you were able to bring him. It wouldn't have been half as enjoyable for Alf, not having a chum." The elder man laughed softly as he turned a look of good-comradeship towards his companion.
Their mother, however, was not quite so well-pleased with the result of the expedition. "There, I told you so!" she exclaimed, on catching sight of them, with the stains of the cuttle-fish plainly visible on their clothes. "You will never wish to wear this suit again, Bob; and, dear, dear, look at your dress, Nellie!" "It's not so bad, mamma," pleaded she. "I only got a little of it."
Ames, a cousin of mine," said Mrs. Vance. "He's going along with us, aren't you, Bob?" "I'm very glad to meet you," said Ames, bowing politely to Carrie. The latter caught in a glance the dimensions of a very stalwart figure. She also noticed that he was smooth-shaven, good looking, and young, but nothing more. "Mr.
"I'm glad she has some one so careful to look out for her. Your daughter said she was in a good safe place, and I begin to see she knew what she was talking about." Then the strong look around Ma's lips settled into the sweeter one, and she sent Bob after the girl. "Are you a friend of hers?" she asked, watching him keenly. "No," said Reyburn. "I've never seen her but once.
But, happily, all this is changed vastly for the better, and a navy-surgeon is necessarily a man of education and experience; in very many instances, men of high talents are to be found among them; while chaplains can do something better than play at backgammon, eat terrapins, when in what may be called terra-pin-ports, and drink brandy and water, or pure Bob Smith.1
"I know'd how it would be, and I was a stoopid to bring such a chap as you," continued Bob, who seemed happiest when he was scolding. "You've lost the boat, and we shall have to go back."
Bob shouted cheerfully. "Number Three's sure a-hittin' her up. She's no cougher stays right steady on the job. Bet I've wallowed in a million barrels of the stuff since mo'nin'." He waded through a viscid pool to Dave and asked a question in a low voice. "What's the good word?" "We had a little luck," admitted Sanders, then plumped out his budget of news.
"I should not have been happy if I had driven you away from the place where you should be, which is your home." "Wherever you are will be my home; sweetheart," he said, and pressed her to him once more. At length, looking past his shoulder into the street, she saw Lem Hallowell pulling up the Brampton stage before the door. "Bob," she said, "I must go to Coniston and see Uncle Jethro.
It was evident to all from that moment that Bob Hubbard, the oil producer, was to be a very different sort of a party from Bob Hubbard, the moonlighter, and all save his old partners were delighted at the change. "Then have you given up moonlightin' entirely, Bob?" asked Dick, with a world of reproach in his voice. "Indeed I have," was the emphatic reply.
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