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Evatt turned away to conceal an unsuppressable smile, while thinking, "The innocent imagines London but another Brunswick!" "Dost think I should make him take it back?" asked Janice. "Certainly not," replied her advise; responding to the only too manifest wish of the girl. "Then dost think I should speak to mommy or dadda?" "'T is surely needless!
"Oh, your Excellency," she exclaimed below her breath, "dadda would think it very wicked of me, but I hope you'll beat them!" Washington's face lighted up, and, leaning over, he once more kissed her hand. "Thank you for the wish, my child," he said, and, giving Blueskin the spur, rode toward the river. "If Philemon was only like his Excellency!" thought the girl.
"I must steal away to-morrow to the Van Meters' barn at nightfall," was her conclusion, "and wait his coming, to tell him of my of my mistake, for otherwise he may bring Joggles back and be captured. If I can only do it without being discovered, for dadda " and the anxious, overwrought, tired girl wept the rest of the sentence into her pillow.
"We came here to see General Grant, but he was away, and dadda had a slight attack of the gout, from a cold he took, and then he very rashly drank too much at Colonel Rahl's party, and that swelled his foot so that he's lain abed ever since, till to-day, when we thought to set out for Brunswick; but the snow having melted, our sleigh could not travel, and every one expecting a battle wanted to get out of town themselves, so we could get no carriage, nor even a cart."
"The only parson I want is a father confessor," said Janice, sitting up and giving him a kiss. "Then what 's this maggot your mother has got in her head about ye and Charles and paradise?" laughed her father. "Indeed, dadda," protested the girl, eagerly, "mommy was most unjust.
Presently his muttering became louder "And fifty pounds a black hat for my dadda for Lyndall a blue silk, very light; and one purple like the earth-bells, and white shoes." He muttered on "A box full, full of books.
"Oh, dadda, isn't it beautiful?" exclaimed Janice, delightedly, as they rode down the hill to the bridge over Stony Creek. "What? Where?" demanded that worthy, looking about in all directions. "The fields, and the trees, and " "Can't ye keep your thoughts from gadding off on such nonsense, Jan?" cavilled her father, fretfully, his gouty foot putting him in anything but a sweet mood.
Pour thy father another tankard of small beer, Janice." Clearly, what the Committee of Correspondence, and even the approaching Congress could not do, Mrs. Meredith could, for the squire settled back quietly into his chair, took a long swallow of beer, and resumed his letter. "What does Mr. Cauldwell say, dadda?" inquired the daughter. "Hmm," said Mr. Meredith.
"His Excellency directs me to say, Miss Meredith," he announced, "that the provost-marshal has orders to bring Colonel Hennion to you, whenever you are ready to see him." "I'll see him now," replied the girl. "Poor lad!" lamented the squire. "Oh, dadda, what can I say to him?" grieved Janice. "I know not, lass," replied the father, as he hastened to leave the room.
Dot wriggled down from her father's arms, and said to the Kangaroo, "It's all right; no one's ever going to be shot or hurt here again!" and the Kangaroo looked delighted at the good news. "Dadda," said Dot, holding her father's hand, and, with her disengaged hand touching the Kangaroo's little paw. "This is my own dear Kangaroo."
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