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"If we could make the Indians understand where the camp is, it would be all right. And I don't know what Charlie's Indian name is, so that doesn't help." Lydia drew a trifle closer on the log to Kent. "Supposing we have to stay out here all night!" She shivered a little.
But directly the master turned away again, a boy on the opposite side of the table, with the utmost deliberation, took hold of Charlie's fair copy, and emptied the inkstand over it in three or four separate streams. Vexed as he was for until this time he had never known unkindness he took it quietly and good-humouredly.
He trotted in contentedly after his mistress, and stretched himself out on the rug Tinker's fashion; but Lady Betty, instead of seating herself, began to walk round the room and inspect my books and china, making remarks upon everything in a brisk voice, and questioning me in rather an inquisitive manner about sundry things that attracted her notice; but, to my great surprise and relief, she passed Charlie's picture without remark or comment only I saw her glancing at it now and then from under her long lashes.
And there was no use telling oneself that the fact had no bearing on the case, because it would bear heavily with any unprejudiced person Charlie's record was against him. Jed loyally told himself over and over again that the boy was innocent, he KNEW he was innocent. But The dreadful "but" came back again and again to torment him.
His conscience may have even said to him, "If he loves his motor-car, for God's sake let him have that, at any rate, to himself." And Viola seemed to share Charlie's scruple. She, too, shrank from using the new car. And I remember her saying to me one day as we crossed the courtyard and saw Jimmy, as usual, in the garage, worshipping his car, "I'm so glad he's got it.
"Now, the only way to save those Indians up there is to kick them out. The strong ones will live and be assimilated into our civilization. The weak ones will die, just like weak whites do." "But how about Charlie's pines?" insisted Lydia. Something like a note of amusement at the young girl's persistence was in John's voice, but he answered gravely enough.
"He's married now," interrupted Nina, "Charlie's married, but he came to see me once, down at the old Asylum, and I saw him through the grates, for I was shut up in a TANTRUM. He cried, Miggie, just as Arthur does sometimes, and called me POOR LOST NINA. He held an angel in his arms with blue eyes like mine, and he said she was his child and Margaret's! Her name was Nina, too. Wasn't it nice?"
He had no relation who could take charge of Charlie and of his house, so he thought it would be best to sell his furniture and go to lodgings. It seems he had not been very fortunate in his choice, for according to Charlie's account Mrs. Wood, the landlady, was often ill-tempered.
She'll go fast. Isn't she beautiful! She's rubbing her nose on me. I wish I could ride her." "She might let you for half a minute. Charlie's the boy for you. Come and see what's in the harness-room." "Not now. There isn't time." "Wait for me then." There was pleading in his voice. "Wait in the wood. I've something to show you. Will you do that for me?"
We left it so at the moment, and had ourselves poled in the direction of Charlie's voice, which was breaking mirror after mirror of exquisite lagoon-like silence with demands for our return to camp. He evidently had shot all the duck he wanted, for that day, and was beginning to be hungry for dinner.
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