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He pointed to a pile that some men had been making, and these I found all had "Brownsmith, Isleworth," painted upon them, and it dawned upon me now that those which had been carried away would not be returned till next journey. "That's it," said Ike. "Market-gardeners has to give a lot o' trust that way." "But do they get the baskets all back again, Ike?" I said.
He did not speak any more, but stooped and took up one of the cats, to stroke it and let it get up on his shoulder, and we had nearly reached the house before I burst out desperately: "If you please, Mr Brownsmith " Then I stopped short and stared at him helplessly, for the words seemed to stick in my throat. "Well," he said, "what is it? Want to speak to me?"
Now you see my load here's so reg'lated that when I take them props away after the horse is in, all that weight'll swing on the axle-tree, and won't hurt the horse at all. That's what I call loading up to rights." "You've got too much weight behind, Ike," said Old Brownsmith, who came up just then, and was looking on from opposite one wheel of the cart.
The scent was delicious; and as we went past the women, whose busy fingers were all hard at work, Old Brownsmith stopped where another man kept taking up so many bunches of the roses in each hand and then diving his head and shoulders into a great oblong basket, leaving the roses at the bottom as he came out, and seized a piece of chalk and made a mark upon a slate.
"They're after the Marie Louise pears," I thought; and I was about to run and shout at them, for I knew that would startle them away; but on second thoughts I felt as if I should like to catch some of them, and turning, I ran softly back up the path, meaning to tell Mr Brownsmith. But before I had reached the end of the path another idea had occurred to me.
How are you, Ezra?" Old Brownsmith set down some cats gently, got up off the bushel basket slowly, and shook hands. "Fairly, Solomon, fairly; and how are you?" "Tidy," said the visitor, "tidy;" and he stared very hard at me. "This is him, is it?" "Yes, this is he, Solomon. Grant, my lad, this is my brother Solomon." I bowed after the old fashion taught at home. "Shake hands.
You know who I am: George Day." "I know you're a thief, and I shall take you up to Mr Brownsmith," I said, "and here he comes." "If you don't let go," he cried with a sudden access of fury, "I'll just come down and I'll " He did not finish his threat.
My uncles came to see me, first one and then the other, and they had very long talks with Mr Brownsmith. One of them told me I was a very noble boy, and that he was proud of me. He said he was quite sure I should turn out a man. "Talks to the boy as if he felt he might turn out a woman," Old Brownsmith grumbled after he was gone.
I say, Old Brownsmith didn't like it a bit; but here I am; and did you know about young Shock?" "No: what about him? Have they caught him and sent him away?" "No: they've caught him and give him a decent suit of clothes, so stiff he can't hardly move in 'em, and he's took on." "Shock is?" "To be sure he is; and if he behaves decent his fortun's made."
There was something, too, of welcome in their ways that was pleasant to me in my desolate position, for just then I seemed as if I had not one friend in the world; and even Mr Brownsmith seemed strange and cold, and as if he would be very glad when I was gone and he could get along with his work. "There, there," he cried suddenly, "we mustn't fret about it, you know.
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