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That road from Delft to the Hague is just five miles of a fine avenue shaded with trees, a canal on the one hand, on the other excellent pastures of cattle. It was pleasant here indeed. "And now, Davie," said she, "what will you do with me at all events?" "It is what we have to speak of," said I, "and the sooner yet the better. I can come by money in Leyden; that will be all well.
"Now we're going, Davie," he said. "We'll come back some day to build another house next to this one. Will you help us then?" "Yes," said David, "I'll help you as much as I can. When are you going to build it?" "Oh, I don't know," the foreman said, "but I should think it would be before long. Somebody's going to move into this house in a few days.
"What's the matter with you, Scottie?" asked Hughie, with a bewildered look about him. "And who's been throwing water all over me?" he added, wrathfully, as full consciousness returned. "Man! I'm glad to see ye mad. Gang on wi' ye," shouted Davie, joyously. "Ye were deid the noo. Ay, clean deid. Was he no, Fusie?" Fusie nodded. "I guess not," said Hughie.
Davie shivered and turned his eyes away. "No, you must not hold him," said Polly, decisively. "If you do, you can't sit on the step beside us." "Then I won't hold him," said Joel, running up to them, "but I'll have him close to me," and he laid the snake by the side of the doorstep. "I'm going to sit here by you, Polly." Little Davie thrust up his head and looked fearfully around Polly.
"And when will that be, I would like to ken?" "Well, Alan, I have had some thoughts of that, too," said I; "and my plan is this. It's my opinion to be called an advocate." "That's but a weary trade, Davie," says Alan, "and rather a blagyard one forby. Ye would be better in a king's coat than that."
The reader may be curious to know something of the fate of Colonel Samuel Bryan, who commanded the Tory regiment in the forks of the Yadkin, which was so roughly handled and cut to pieces by Colonel Davie and his brave associates, at the battle of the hanging Rock.
They bent to the task in hand, and when it was done, and a few more words had been said, they turned to the pallets which Davie had spread on either side of the hearth. The moon and the low fire made a strange half-light in the room. The two lay still, addressed to sleep. They spoke and answered but once. Said Ian: "I felt just then the waves of the sea!
He canna be friendly with him, because he canna trust him or respect him. But as to not forgiving him that is not likely." "But, Davie, he hasna spoken a word to Jacob Holt for years. He has not heard his name spoken unless by the old squire, who forgets things whiles. None of us name him in his hearing, nor the neighbours.
If folk dinnae ken what ye're doing, Davie, they're terrible taken up with it; but if they think they ken, they care nae mair for it than what I do for pease porridge."
His parents came to Chicago twenty years ago from a little farm in Ohio, the best type of Americans, whom we boast to be the backbone of our cities. The mother, who has aged and sickened since the trial, can only say that "Davie was never a bad boy until about five years ago when he began to go with this gang who are always looking out for fun."
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