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Sampson would tell the story for the evening. "I d-don't know about th-that," said Will. "You s-s-see, b-boys, if I tell it I shall have to d-do it b-by fits and starts. If you w-want a s-story told straight ahead, g-g-get somebody whose tongue w-will w-wag when they want it to. If you want a y-yarn j-j-jerked out, I am your man."
Dig's the only f-friend I have in the world except Chichester. Push the brandy over, Dig. Of course there's Cleone, but she's only a sister, after all. Don't know what I should do if it wasn't for Dig d-do I, Dig? And Chichester of course. Give Mr. Bev'ley a chair. Dig. I'll get him glass!" Hereupon Mr.
"Something snapped somewhere," explained the young man with forced carelessness, "some unimportant splinter gave way and the thing slid down an inch or two." "D-do you think " "No, I don't. But it's perfectly fine of you to care." "C-care? I'm a little frightened, of course.... Anybody would be.... Oh, I wish you were out and p-perfectly safe."
Once I also believed that a stern, uncompromising attitude toward error was what God required of an upright heart." "Error! D-do you admit that?" stammered Berkley. "Are you awake at last to the deviltry that stirred you the damnable, misguided, distorted conscience that twisted you into a murderer of souls? By God, are you alive to what you did to her?"
Presently she steadied herself and began explaining in feeble little phrases, sandwiched between sobs and gasps: "She tuk a brooch Kep' kep' layin' it roun' in h-her way, th-that young Sam Arkwright did, a-an' finally she she tuk hit. N-nen, when he seen he h-had her, he said sh-sh-she 'd haf to d-do wh-whut he said, or he'd sen' her to-to ja-a-il!"
Here Marjorie's sobs broke out afresh, and she really couldn't speak coherently. "Never mind," said Mrs. Maynard, gently, fearing the excitable child would fly into hysterics. "Never mind it to-night. Tell me about it to-morrow." "N-no, I w-want to tell you now, only, I c-can't talk. Oh, Mother, what shall I d-do? G-Gladys " "Yes, dear; Gladys, what did she do? Or perhaps you and Gladys " Mrs.
He fidgeted around the dining-room till Aunt Jane went out into the kitchen to give her orders to Susie; then he burst out, all of a sudden: "Well, Mary, what shall we do to-day?" Just like that he said it, as if we'd been doing things together every day of our lives. "D-do?" I asked; and I know I showed how surprised I was by the way I stammered and flushed up.
For a few moments she was busy gathering up her spools and linen. "You carry my saddlebags," she said, "and I'll take the kitten. Isn't it cunning, Roy? Do look at the poor little thing! We can't leave it here." Following, laden with her saddlebags, he stammered: "Do d-do you think they'll shoot me?" "No," she said, smiling. "Be careful of the ferry steps; they are dreadfully shaky."
But she danced away, ever managing to keep well beyond reach, until she disappeared within the narrow path leading to the cabin. He could see her through the vista of branches, pausing to look back and watch if he followed. "B-but you do," he called out, "I-I know you d-do. Won't yer just s-s-say it for me onct?" "Say dat I marry you?" "Y-yes, for it means ther same. Anyhow, s-say yer love me."
She was not nearly as old as Gyp had thought she was. And her tears were very pathetic; she was sniffing and searching in a pocket for the handkerchief that was probably in her knitting bag. "T-that will d-do, Miss Westley," she managed to say, still searching and sniffing. But Gyp stood rooted. "I'm sorry you feel bad, Miss Gray. Will you take my handkerchief?
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