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She drifted away, and the man in mufti sat down again. "The last time I saw her she had a concert for the wounded at her house. A slightly bow-legged woman of great bulk was singing about her soldier lover, who saved her icckle bruvver. My hostess cried she's that type. Only a little of course; but one tear somehow arrived." The soldier laughed. "There are a few like that; thank heaven! not many.
For there were times at which "bruvver" was quite determined to be a soldier, though at others the afternoon, for instance, when the young bull poked his head through the hedge and shook it at him and Pamela, and Duke's toy-sword had unfortunately been left at home in the nursery he did not feel quite so sure about it!
And over there do you see there's rows of little shops that must be the fair." He seemed rather excited, but Pamela, after one peep, would not look any more. "No, no, bruvver," she said. "I am frightened. If it is the fair, that man will be coming that Diana told us about, and perhaps he'll take us before Diana and Tim can help us to run away. I'm too frightened."
"Bruvver," said Pamela at last, "don't you fink it's because us has said our prayers such many many times?" "P'raps," replied Duke. "And you don't fink now what you know what you said about Grandpapa and Grandmamma," said Pamela, her voice faltering. Duke hesitated.
With eyes now burning bright, he scanned the face of the gray old miner and begged for "Bruvver Jim." "This is Bruvver Jim," the man assured him repeatedly. "What does baby want old Jim to do?" "Bruv-ver Jim," came the half-sobbed little answer. "Bruv-ver Jim." Jim took him up and held him fast in his arms. The weary little mind had gone to some tragic baby past.
"I'd rather they wasn't ill at all," said Pamela, "but I daresay God'll understand. Oh I wish it was to-morrow! don't you, bruvver?" "Hush," said Duke. "Diana said us mustn't talk loud and see, sister, they're going to put the horse in and go on again. Oh how tired I am of going along shaking like this all day!
And you won't tell without me knowing, will you, sister?" "For sure not," replied Pamela indignantly. "Us must do it togevver like always. But there's Miss Mitten coming I hear her. Wait till after she's gone, bruvver, and then I'll tell you what I've been finking." With this Duke was obliged to content himself.
"You couldn't carry me," said Pamela feebly, and her head sank back again; "and the snakes would hear us and catch us. But oh, bruvver, I'm afraid I'll be quite dead before the man comes back again, and yet I don't want him to come." Almost in despair Duke sat up and looked round for any possibility of help.
Dry of skin, burning through and through, his little mouth parched despite the touch of cooling water on his lips, the wee mite of a man without a name, without a home, or a mother, or a single one of the baby things that make the little folks so joyous, had ceased to struggle, and ceased at last to call for "Bruvver Jim."
Accustomed to much adulation, the After-Clap was, in general, coolly supercilious to strangers, but he seemed much pleased with Beverley's appearance, and called him "Bruvver," as he had called Broussard, who had been long since forgotten by the After-Clap. "What a jolly little rascal!" cried Beverley, whose experience with small children was nil.
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