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"They are fighting," said she, "to see which one shall stand in the cubby with me and chew his cud." The Jersey Calf was a shrewd young fellow of very good family. "Perhaps," said he, "I ought to stay and guard the place until it is decided who shall have it." "I wish you would," said she.
She said it impulsively. Admiration for me was on her face, in her eyes a man cannot miss it. "Thank you." "I mean, I would be your friend. My brother Miko is so sorry about what happened between you and him this morning. He only wanted to talk to you, and he came to your cubby door " "With a torch to break its seal," I interjected. She waved that away. "He was afraid you would not admit him.
Stay where you are, Haljan. In good time Miko will trust you with your liberty. You'll be rich like all of us. Never fear." She swaggered out upon the deck, waved at the brigand, and banged my cubby door in my face. I sat upon my bunk. Waiting. Would she come back? Would she be successful? She came. I suppose it was no more than an hour: It seemed an eternity of apprehension.
We had wired his cubby with the insulator; within its barrage we could at least talk with a degree of freedom. "You've seen George Prince, Gregg?" "No. He's assigned A20. But I saw his sister. Snap, no one ever mentioned " Snap had heard of her, but he hadn't known that she was listed for this voyage. "A real beauty, so I've heard. Accursed shame for a decent girl to have a brother like that."
But he looked up, and, seeing me, began to back down again. Hiram pounded the tree with a dead branch. Cubby evidently intended to reach the ground, for the noise did not stop him. Then the hunter ran a little way to a windfall, and came back with the upper half of a dead sapling. With this he began to prod the bear.
Pelle got "excellent" in religion. "So it was your ears after all that saved you," said Lasse, delighted. "Didn't I tell you to use your ears well? Highest marks in religion only for moving your ears! Why, I should think you might become a parson if you liked!" And he went on for a long time. But wasn't he the devil of a laddie to be able to answer like that! "Come, cubby, cubby, cubby!
Immured in a tiny between-decks cubby which was filled mostly with boxes and bales, tied as well by the rope around his neck, he waited from moment to moment for the door to open and admit, realised in the flesh, the resplendent vision of Steward which blazed through the totality of his consciousness.
I slept fitfully, worrying, trying to plan. Within a few hours we would be nearing the asteroid. The time of sleep was nearly passed. My chronometer marked five A.M. original Earth starting time. The seal of my cubby door hissed. The door slowly opened. Anita! She stood there with her cloak around her. A distance away on the shadowed deck Coniston was loitering. "Anita!" I whispered it.
Then they played "cubby house" not fifty feet from the cabin, with a hushed but guilty satisfaction. But presently it palled. Their domain was too circumscribed for variety. "Robinson Crusoe up the tree" was impossible, as being visible from the house windows. Johnny was at his wits' end. Florry was fretful and fastidious. Then a great thought struck him and left him cold.
There wasn't a happier child in all the great city than little Take-a-Stitch as she fairly flew homeward to prepare the most delicious supper there had been in the littlest house for many a day. Down came the tiny gas stove from its shelf, out popped a small frying pan from some hidden cubby and into it went a dash of salt and the two big chops.
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