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Walking to the bed, the squire put his hand on the bundle. "There, lass," he said, "'t is nought to make such a pother about." "Oh, dadda," moaned Janice, "I am the most unhappy girl that ever lived." It is needless to say after this remark that Miss Meredith's knowledge of the world was not of the largest, and the squire, with no very great range of experience, smiled a little as he said
He did not say what the doctor had wanted him for, but stood before the fire, with his hands behind his back, and his face open and as if rapt. Not that he was really thinking he was only arrested in pure suspense inside himself, and thoughts wafted through his mind without order. 'I must go now and see Mama, said Winifred, 'and see Dadda before he goes to sleep. She bade them both good-night.
"I'd die sooner than live such a future," cried the girl. "I could not live with him!" "Yet ye ran off with this man." "But then I did not know him as I know him now. You won't force me, will you, dadda?" "That I'll not; but act not impulsively, lass. Talk with thy mother, and view it from all sides. And meantime, we'll hope he'll not hear of the poor lad's death."
"I indeed, dadda," stammered Janice, colouring, "until until this moment I thought 't was only for yours and mommy's sakes though at times puzzled by by I know not what but now " "Well, out with it!" ordered the squire, as his daughter hesitated. Janice faltered, then hurried to where her father sat, and, throwing herself on her knees, buried her face in his waistcoat.
"Thou camst nigh to losing her, Phil," declared Mrs. Meredith. "Ay," added the squire. "Hast heard of how that scoundrel Evatt schemed "Oh, dadda!" moaned Janice, imploringly. "No scoundrel is he, squire, nor farmer neither; he bein' Lord Clowes," asserted Phil. "He joined our army at New York, and is Sir William's commissary-general an' right-hand man."
The pace is more than I can bear, and I'll turn off into this orchard for safety," he moaned, as he indicated a slope to the right of the road. "I'll not leave thee, dadda," protested the girl, as she guided the mare over the let-down bars of the fence, through which her father put Joggles, and in a moment both horses were climbing the declivity under the bare apple-trees.
"Dadda," said Dot, "You nearly killed Dot and her Kangaroo! Oh! if you'd killed my Kangaroo, I'd never have been happy any more!" "But I don't understand," said her father. "How did you come to be in the Kangaroo's pouch?" "Oh! I've got lots and lots to tell you!" said Dot; "but come and stroke dear Kangaroo, who saved little Dot and brought her home."
I go back to the time when they were little, and remember how they would climb upon my knee, and how they used to press their little faces against mine, and their little hearts, as it were, against my breast; and how, with more feeling than their words could express, they used to say, Dadda, papa, father, you are a dear! I do love you! You would readily imagine what I should say back to them.
Ten minutes later, Janice, with pale cheeks, but determined air, sought her father in the parlour, and going on her knees at his feet, said, "I have that to tell, dadda, which I fear will anger and pain you greatly." Then in a few words she repeated to him what Washington had told her. "And why should that hurt me, lass?
"What say ye, Matilda?" "Oh, dadda," came an appeal from the tambour-frame, "I don't want to marry. I want to stay at home with " "Be quiet, child," spoke up her mother, "and keep thine opinion to thyself till asked. We know best what is for thy good." "He, he, he!" snickered the elder Hennion.
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