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And then she talks o' the weather bein' i' fault, as there's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots." "Well, Chowne's been wanting to buy Sally, so we can get rid of her if thee lik'st," said Mr.

"Oh, are you?" shouted Bigley. "No you ar'n't, so get up and creep over here." "I can't," cried Bob again. "Then I'll make you," cried Bigley fiercely, and lifting his oar out of the rowlocks he sent it along the gunwale, till he made it tap heavily against the back of Bob Chowne's head. "Oh!" shrieked Bob, and I felt my cheeks burn, cold as I was. "Now, will you come and work, you sneak?"

Bob Chowne's lips parted to say that he could not stop; but he had not the heart to speak the words, and we went back to the beach, to enter upon an adventure that proved rather startling to us all, and had a sequel that was more startling, and perhaps more unpleasant still. "We're going to take the boat again, Mrs Bonnet," said my father, as we passed Uggleston's cottage.

Bigley and I, who were now rowing, or rather dipping our oars from time to time, slowly threw them in, and the boat lay tossing up and down at the mercy of the waves; but no water dashed in over the gunwale, and Bob Chowne's hand with the baler rested helplessly by his side.

There's Chowne's wife ugly enough to turn the milk an' save the rennet, but she'll niver save nothing any other way. But as for Dinah, poor child, she's niver likely to be buxom as long as she'll make her dinner o' cake and water, for the sake o' giving to them as want.

"No, father," I said; "I was out all day with Doctor Chowne's boy and young Uggleston." "Rather a queer companion for you, my boy, eh? Uggleston is a sad smuggler, they say; but let's see, his boy goes to your school?" "Yes, father, and he's such a good fellow. We went to his house down in the Gap, and had dinner, and Mr Uggleston was very civil to me, all but " "Well, speak out, Sep.

There's Chowne's wife wants him to buy no other sort." "What's it sinnify what Chowne's wife likes? A poor soft thing, wi' no more head-piece nor a sparrow. She'd take a big cullender to strain her lard wi', and then wonder as the scratchin's run through.

"And no very great hardship either. You have not touched upon our greatest difficulty." "What's that, sir?" said Bob. "Nothing to eat, my boy, and we are all very hungry." "Oh!" groaned Bob; and if ever the face of boy suggested that he had just taken medicine, it was Bob Chowne's then. "Worse disasters at sea, my lads; we shall not hurt.

He bore up famously for a few days, working hard, in spite of Doctor Chowne's orders, in trying to make his wounded work-people comfortable, and then when by the doctor's orders I was lying at home on a sofa in the same room as Bigley, my poor father broke down and took to his bed. "I'm not surprised," Doctor Chowne said to me shaking his head.

Bob Chowne's was already in, and he was sitting upon it, while Bigley was half-way up the slope leading over the moor waiting by the road-side with his. I said "Good-bye" to my father, who shook my hand warmly. "Learn all you can, Sep," he said, "and get to be a man, for you have a busy life before you, and before long I shall want you to help me."