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A door, cut in one end of the partition, with buffalo-robes for portieres, permitted Cahill to pass from behind the counter of one store to behind the counter of the other. He waited upon everyone with gravity, and in obstinate silence. No one had ever seen Cahill smile. He himself occasionally joked with others in a grim and embarrassed manner. But no one had ever joked with him.
Cahill nodded. "And, as it's not likely two men at exactly the same time should have thought of robbing the stage in exactly the same way, I must have robbed it myself." Cahill nursed his bandaged hand with the other. "That's the court's business," he growled; "I mean to tell the truth." "And the truth is?" asked Ransom
"Don't you remember, you told me last night that when you reached Lightfoot's tent I had just gone. That was quite two hours after the others left the store." In her earnestness Miss Cahill had placed her hand upon her father's arm and clutched it eagerly. "And you remember no one coming in before you left?" she asked. "No one?"
"And a good deal of nothing," added Teddy humorously. "Everybody eat!" ordered Mrs. Cahill. They did. Thirty boys with boys' appetites made the home-cooked spread disappear with marvelous quickness. Each had brought something from home, and Mrs. Cahill, whom they had taken into their confidence two days before the Sparling Shows reached town, had furnished the rest.
Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman's wheedling voice: When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water. By Jove, it is tea, Haines said. Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling: So I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma'am, says Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the one pot.
"You'll do nothing of the sort," retorted the Widow Cahill. Darting out of the yard, Phil ran plump into someone, and halted sharply with an earnest apology. "Seems to me you're in a terrible rush about something. Where you going?" "Hello, Teddy, that you?" "It's me," answered Teddy ungrammatically. "I'm on my way to school."
Phil's first duty after greeting Mrs. Cahill was to call on his uncle, who begrudgingly allowed his nephew to shake hands with him. Next day the circus boys dropped into their old routine life and applied themselves to their studies, at the same time looking forward to the day when the grass should grow green again and the little red wagons roll out for their summer journeyings.
Suppose I substituted 'Faust, for instance, and announced it with Melba as Marguerite, and suppose again that the famous Astralasian prima donna caught an attack of the American grip that same afternoon, it would hardly do to substitute Marie Cahill or May Irwin to take her place, that is, provided we could have induced either of those distinguished artists to become the great diva's substitute.
"I know better than that. But I don't go to Paris unless I leave a confession behind me. Call in the guard," he commanded; "I want two witnesses." "I'll see you hanged first," said Ranson. Cahill crossed the room to the door and, throwing it open, called, "Corporal of the guard!" As he spoke, Captain Carr and Mrs. Bolland, accompanied by Miss Post and her aunt, were crossing the parade-ground.
"That's what I thought when I first saw her. But she has a son as old as I am." "Land sakes!" wondered Mrs. Cahill. "You never can tell about these circus folks, anyhow." Phil laughed heartily, but Teddy was too much interested in what was going on outside the fence to indulge in laughter.
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