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"I used to set up nights and rest myself hatin' him. He done the biggest missionary work in me the two weeks I stayed at his house ever was done for a benighted heathen. I hated to see him go." The sadness of the tone was genuine. "But I mustn't be hangin' round here all the mornin'; I've got other things to do. Hope your boy'll keep a-goin' till his term's out. Goodday!" And Champers was gone.
"Tut! She'll have the money, and he the brains. Doctor, that boy'll be a credit to you; he'll make a noise in the world, or I know nothing. And if his fancy holds seven years hence, and he wants still to turn traveller, let him. If he's minded to go round the world, I'll back him to go, somehow, or I'll eat my head, Ned Thurnall!"
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's have a look." She gave him the letter; and while he read it, she intently watched his face. "The boy'll write I shouldn't wonder," was his verdict, handing back her treasure, with an odd half-smile in his eyes. "And you were hoping he would paint?" she said, answering his thought. "Yes, but scarcely expecting. Sons are a perverse generation.
"Let him bide 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.
"You'd better go down to the store after supper, Abner, and tell the boys, for they've just heard that Paul Beck can't come." "You just save me some supper, and I'll go now. The boy'll stay with us to-night. That's the bargain I made with him." "He's heartily welcome," said Jonas Webb, a pleasant-faced man, with sandy complexion, who was probably from two to three years older than his brother.
It was dry enough to remove from the board and he loosened it and pulled it off. He examined it critically and gloated over it. "As black an' fine a one as I ever seen!" he exclaimed. "It'll bring a big price at Mingen. That boy'll never see it again, an' I'll clean out th' rest o' th' fur too, at th' river. Old Campbell'll be sorry when I get through with 'em, he let that feller hunt th' path.
"I fergot all about her, an' the sail's up! That boy'll be asleep, an' won't hear the storm. Oh, Lord!" The next minute he was out of the house, and hurrying as fast as he could toward the shore. He had gone but a short way when the rain struck him, and soon he was drenched to the skin.
They spent whole evenings with Sky-High, tracing the route on the maps and globes. They would go by the way of San Francisco or Vancouver, and thence to Canton. They were to visit Sky-High's land first of all. "They're all gone mad sure!" said Nora; "and that boy'll never send 'em back!" Mr.
"Oh, the boy'll call you," he answered. "Is that your school satchel? Hey? What you carry your books in? Let's see it?" "Oh," I said, as lightly as I could, feeling that he was getting on ticklish ground. "I've not unpacked it yet. It's got all my things in it." By this time he was well within my cabin. "Why," he said, "this strap's almost cut in two.
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