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Jan said nothing, but she reflected rather ruefully that when Fay married she had let her have nearly all their mother's ornaments, partly because Fay loved jewels as jewels, and Jan cared little for them except as associations. "If I'd kept more," Jan thought, "they'd have come in for little Fay. Now there's nothing except what Daddie gave me." "Are you sorry, Jan?" Fay asked, presently.
"And I tied his shoes," added Gwendolen, "after he had laced them." "Billie will be such a big man Daddie won't know him." And Sheba gave him another hug. Gwendolen snuggled close to Miss O'Neill. "You always smell so sweet and clean and violety, Aunt Sheba," she whispered in confidence. "You're spoiling me, Gwen," laughed the young woman. "You've kissed the blarney stone.
"You don't know my Daddie ... much," he said, "do you?" Jan shuddered. "I saw him," he went on in his queer little unemotional voice. "I saw him take all her pretty twinkly things; and her silver boxes. I'm glad I sleep here." "Did she mind much?" Jan whispered. "I don't know. She didn't see him take them, only me. She hadn't come to bed. She never said nothing to me only about you."
Everett, when consulted, shook his head and tried to discourage the widow from a task which he was afraid might prove beyond her strength. But Mrs. Blaine was not to be put off so easily. Since their father's death, she had let the girls have much their own way, but this time she was determined. It would be a labor of love, she insisted. Daddie, himself, would have wished it.
I expect Daddie forgot all about your biting him directly, and yet you remember what he did after this long time." Poor Jan did try so hard to be fair. "I wasn't afraid of him," Tony went on, as though he hadn't heard, "not really. Mummy was. She was drefully afraid.
The Man crouched against her, shrouded in the mantle of her hair, overcome with weariness. She was mothering them all, rocking herself slowly and singing gently her silly little song. The crooning of it over and over seemed to hush them with a sense of security. "You are my ownty, Dear little donty, Sweetest and wonty, Pudding and pie; Good little laddie, Just like your daddie.
It was apparent from a subtle quality of valor in her tones that this manner of onslaught upon his moods had usually been successful, but to- night it had no quick effect. The words, coming from her lips, were like the refrain of an old ballad, but the man remained stolid. "Daddie! My Daddie! Oh, Daddie, are yeh mad at me, really truly mad at me!" She touched him lightly upon the arm.
"No," said Pauline sadly, "they've gone to New Zealand, mamma got quite ill with nursing us, and daddie got it too, and he wouldn't come up here." Muffie giggled. "People's laugh 'cause daddie's got it," she volunteered. "But in New Zealand, you see," explained Pauline gravely, "no one will know him." Mrs. Gowan smiled a little as others had done.
She looked right past Jan, exclaiming joyfully, "There you are at last, Daddie, and it's broad daylight." For Jan it was still the middle of the Indian night and very dark indeed. The servants were all asleep; the little motherless children safely wrapped in happy unconsciousness in their nursery with Ayah.
"And how can we turn ye loose on the public again, Daddie Rat, unless ye do or say something to deserve it?" "Well, then, d n it!" answered the criminal, "since it maun be sae, I saw Geordie Robertson among the boys that brake the jail; I suppose that will do me some gude?" "That's speaking to the purpose, indeed," said the office-bearer; "and now, Rat, where think ye we'll find him?"
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