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Seems to me I can't eat it, 'twould be almost like chewing up a critter, but I'll keep it to remember you by," and he slipped it into his big pocket. Then he got up and shook himself. "And now I must be a-goin'. Don't you be a mite worried, Mrs. Pepper, take my advice; that boy'll scare you more times than you can count. So you might as well get used to it.
Wherever you take him, wherever you put him, no matter how much you show him of us, and the way we don't allow conspicuous things like that to occur, believe me, Hortense, he'll never learn, he'll never smooth down. You may brush his hair flat and keep him appearing like other people for a while, but a time will come, something will happen, and that boy'll be conspicuous.
There's no use calling, for the boy'll be down. He'll be done out. But don't speak until you see something. And for the love of God, watch close. He's not three yet, remember. He couldn't have got far away!" I should have found something reassuring in those quick and purposeful words of command, but they only served to bring the horror of the situation closer home to me.
The hand gripping the great bunch of lilies beat the air; but Nancy saw that his eyes were wide open and that he seemed to have recovered his courage. Although he could not fight the current, he was trying to get his breath without swallowing any more water. "The boy'll drown!" gasped the chauffeur, white-faced and helpless. Nancy could see the side of the automobile more clearly now.
He went on muttering, as he gathered up his pint-pot and bottle, "I'm goin' to send my Tim to college soon's the thing's in runnin' order. Lord! what a lawyer that boy'll make!" Mrs. Howth's brain was still muddled. "You are better pleased than you were at Lincoln's election," she observed, placidly. "Lincoln be darned!" he broke out, forgetting the teachings of Mr. Clinche.
And to tell the truth, I'm not half happy in my own mind, thinking of that poor animal lying alone up there, without a bit o' hot supper or anyone to change the news with; and maybe we'll be able to do something for him; and if he ain't quite respectable our Boy'll find it out quick enough. He's got a pleasant sort o' way with him that makes everybody tell him everything."
"Let him hide till th' morn. Sit ye down." "No, no," sharply pushing her off. "The boy'll starve." She hurried from the cellar, while the child wearily coiled herself up for sleep. The rain was falling heavily, as the woman, pail in hand, emerged from the mouth of the alley, and turned down the narrow street, that stretched out, long and black, miles before her.
Pepper, seeing Phronsie's delighted face, and laughing as she went back to her work, "but what that gingerbread boy'll go?" When the little cakes were done, eight of them, and set upon the table for exhibition, they one and all protested that they never saw so fine a lot.
"I suppose you want Jinnie, eh?" asked Lafe. "Yes. I'll detain her only a moment." Bobbie got up from the floor where he was playing soldiers with tacks and nails. "Boy'll call Jinnie," said he, moving forward. The two men watched the slender blind child feel his way to the door. "Bobbie loves to take a part in things," explained Lafe. "Poor little fellow!"
"Not a bit of it. She'll grow. Your boy'll grow. All the others you give it to 'll grow. Everything. Like anything. What's difficult about that? That's all right. A child could tell you that. Where's the bother?" They tried to make it clear to him. "Not go on with it!" he shrieked. "But ! You can't help yourselves now. It's what you're for. It's what Winkles is for. It's all right.
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