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Suddenly his dog Trusty started off and gave a cheerful bark, which was answered by Toby, Sam's dog, and by old Mat's dogs, all of which came running out, and he felt them licking his hands. He cried out, "Any one at home?" Presently he heard his wife's voice, and Bobby's and the rest of the children. "Why, Joseph, what is the matter?" exclaimed poor Sarah, running up to her husband.
"He's in prison, and Bobby's gone to the bad," said Mrs Frog, still in a tone of sulky defiance. "I see no sign of food," said the Bible-nurse, glancing quickly round; "are you hungry?" "Hungry!" exclaimed the woman fiercely, "I've tasted nothin' at all since yesterday." "Poor thing!" said the Bible-nurse in a low tone; "come come with me. I don't say more.
In Bobby's day this garden had shrunk to a long, narrow, high-piled burying-ground, that extended from the rear of the line of buildings that fronted on the market, up the slope, across the hilltop, and to where the land began to fall away again, down the Burghmuir.
Then there was Bobby to be kissed and coaxed, and washed and dressed, and told marvelous tales to beguile him into listening submission. "Mother, mayn't I put Bobby's Sunday dress on him?" called Betty, from the head of the stairs. "Yes, dear, anything you like, but hurry. Breakfast is almost ready;" then to Martha, "Leave the sweeping, deary, and run down to the spring for the cream."
Here they toasted through and through; then clumped stiffly down to the Englishes' house, where Johnny exhibited his other presents. They were varied, numerous and expensive. Bobby's Christmas was as dear to him as ever; but it no longer filled the sky. Another and higher mountain had lifted itself beyond his ranges.
"Yours, with love, "P.S. Be sure to have plenty of candy for supper." The excitement and the joy that this letter produced were something startling. Away went the worry lines from Mrs. Rayburn's dear face, and back came the laughter the children loved. In Bobby's house they planned a most wonderful menu of fried chicken, candy, cake, and ice cream.
Abel to lie down by Bobby's side of nights while she crooned him to sleep with her quaint Eskimo lullabies. Abel had expended great care in his handicraft, and derived a vast deal of satisfaction from the result. And when Mrs.
I'm too wet to stand about. They'll give me a change. He took hold of Bobby's hand and led him to the bank whilst they took off their skates together, and then they walked through the park, young Alan Daubeney, the son of the house, accompanying them. 'It was that little brute, Jim Carlton, he always disobey orders if he can!
Auld Jock shook his head and gave a brief account of Bobby's perversity. On the very next market-day the little dog must be restored to the tenant of Cauldbrae farm and, if necessary, tied in the cart. It was unlikely, young as he was, that he would try to find his way back, all the way from near the top of the Pentlands. In a day or two he would forget Auld Jock.
Jolter had been so long a directing voice in the newspaper business that he could not be startled by anything short of a presidential assassination, and that at press time. Nevertheless, at Bobby's announcement he immediately sought for his pipe and was compelled to go into his own office after it. He came back lighting it and felt better. "It's suicide!" he declared.
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