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On he walked, carrying Crippy the greater portion of the time, and coaxing him along when it became absolutely necessary for him to give his aching arms a little relief, until the sun came up over the hills, and he could see the great city but a short distance ahead of him.
"Ves, he's Crippy Hardy. Mother was goin' to kill him for dinner to- morrer, so we come down here to get uncle Robert to go up an' see about it." " How far have you come? " Seven miles." " Did you walk? " Every step." " Well," said the boy, as he looked at Crippy in a critical way, "it seems to me that's a mighty mean kind of a goose ter walk so far fur.
Like Mary's lamb, it followed Dan about whenever the opportunity offered, until "Crippy" which was the name Dan had given it was known in the village quite as well as the boy was.
He hain't handsome no ways, an' I think he'd look a good deal better on ther table roasted, than he does out here on ther street." Up to that moment Dan had been disposed to trust this boy who was so friendly; but when he spoke so slightingly of Crippy, he was disappointed in him. "Vou don't know Crippy, or you wouldn't say that," replied Dan, gravely.
During all this time he had not stopped once to rest; but now, since he was so near his destination, at such an early hour in the morning, he sat down in the snow, and began to arrange with the discontented Crippy as to how they might best find uncle Robert, for Dan had not the slightest idea of where his relative lived.
More than once, when Dan was sure Crippy was close at his heels, on looking around he would see the goose, standing on one foot near the curbstone, looking sideways at the street, much as if trying to decide whether he would continue to follow his master, or toddle back home as fast as his legs of unequal length would carry him.
He almost expected that the goose would be waiting for him at the stable door when he opened it; but, since he knew he should find his pet in the warm box he had made for him, he was not greatly disappointed at not seeing him ready for the journey. Besides, he had come an hour before he told Crippy he would be there, which was sufficient reason why the goose was not ready and anxious to start.
"The mote on their neighbour's beam, of course," said Pyecroft, and read syllable by syllable: "'Captain Malan to Captain Panke. Is sten cilled frieze your starboard side new Admiralty regulation, or your Number One's private expense? Now Cryptic is saying, 'Not understood. Poor old Crippy, the Devolute's raggin' 'er sore. 'Who is G.M.? she says. That's fetched the Cryptic.
Hardy were surprised by Dan's unusually affectionate manner when he' bade them good-night; but, if they were, nothing was said about it, and the inmates of the Hardy farmhouse retired on the night before the proposed execution of poor Crippy at the usual early hour of nine o'clock.
Hardy was so busily engaged in her work of making mince pies that she did not notice the sorrow on Dan's face. "Why not? He's only a goose, and gray. We've got to have one, and Crip is the fattest." "But mother, I couldn't have poor Crippy killed. He an' I do love each other so much." "Now don't be foolish about a goose, Danny. Come help me stem these raisins."
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