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Updated: May 12, 2025
Like how Clyde's father had cast him off when they married and how she had felt herself that she was nothing but a bad woman taking advantage of this youth, she being a whole year older than he was; but Clyde had acted stunning in the matter, telling his father he had chosen the better part.
I never met another crew like the Hebe Maitland's. I guess there never was one. Aboard and under Clyde's eye they were a quiet crew, even Sadler, who wasn't what you'd call submissive by nature, but in port, Clyde would now and then let them run riotous. He was a little, old, dried up, and odd man with a vein of piousness in him, and he could handle men in a way that was very mysterious.
I bet she made mistakes as a grocer's cashier next day, but it was worth it because her appeals to Clyde's better nature had prevailed. He did disappear that day, getting his trunks from the house while she was at the store and not being able to say good-bye because he couldn't remember which store she was accepting a situation at. But he left her a nice note.
Casey, as they tore past the house, thought he caught a glimpse of white at Clyde's window; but just then he had his hands full with Shiner, who was expressing his disapproval of such unseemly hours by an endeavour to accomplish a blind runaway. Halfway to the river they came upon the first evidence of dynamite in the form of a bit of wrecked fluming.
"It's just want of practice," grinned McHale. "Some day when I have time I'm going out to get me a girl like you. There was one down at " But Clyde's appearance interrupted McHale's reminiscences. She and Sheila, arms about each other, strolled away to exchange confidences. Casey and Farwell followed. "We ain't in it," said McHale. "Well, who wants to be?" said Sandy.
Well, sir, I stood there trembling like a leaf while she went through what he'd told her like she'd been at it all her life or rather like it was her dear Clyde's coat and her dear Clyde's photo and her dear Clyde that come in the door.
And, above all, he sympathised, at first discreetly, afterwards with more latitude, with her fretful discontent at Clyde's nomadic instincts.
The poor thing had got so dead for sleep by this time that she was merely babbling. She'd probably of fallen over in her clothes if I hadn't been there. Anyway, I got her undressed and into bed. She said Clyde's goodnight song always rung in her ears till she slept. It didn't ring long this night. She was off before I got out the door.
"And I could see a lot of the girls, even if they are in school. Perhaps the Club could meet oftener." Miss Clyde was silent. Discretion and diplomacy often availed where hard and fast rules failed with Blue Bonnet. She could be led, easily never driven. Miss Clyde's silence puzzled Blue Bonnet more than the unexpected news that she was to remain in Woodford another three months had done.
Bessie remained silent, but her sister said impulsively, "I don't believe it, ma not what you say, but about Minnie Clyde's engagement. Mr Mawley's going there proves nothing, as Bessie said; and, as for Mrs Clyde, I believe she would smile in that graceful way of hers I hate fine people! and say nothing if you told her that her house was on fire!
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