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This gentleman who walked beside me had known me for a lady despite my print frock. I was furious for the moment with Lady Ardaragh and the others who would admit such people as the Dawsons to their drawing-rooms, and I was proud to think that Aghadoe Abbey shut its doors against mere money. There were few things we thought less of than money at Aghadoe. "Lord St.
Yet my grandmother loved Lady Ardaragh, and before my presence was noticed I have heard her say in a rebuking way that her ladyship's ways were only the ways of a girl married to an elderly, grave scholar. I was tolerably sure that some time or other we should meet the Dawsons in Lady Ardaragh's drawing-room, and I looked forward with horror to seeing Richard Dawson again.
After his first moult he began to get handsome, with a crest and a blue wattle, and a lot of green feathers at the behind of him. And then I used to puzzle whether Dawsons had any right to claim him or not. Stormy weather and in the rainy season we lay snug under the shelter I had made out of the old canoe, and I used to tell him lies about my friends at home.
There ain't no love lost 'tween me an' you an' the Dawsons, Tom!" "Shucks, Tusk, that ole thing's been fixed up way back at home," Hewlet evasively replied. "It ain't fixed up when he comes down heah an' buhns me out, I reckon!" "Naw, I reckon not," the other had to admit. "What you goin' to do?" "What you reckon I'm goin' to do?" Tusk growled.
I had no business worries, for I knew my salary was mounting up at Dawsons'. We would see a sail now and then, but nothing ever came near us. I amused myself, too, by decorating the island with designs worked in sea-urchins and fancy shells of various kinds.
How and when he'd picked up with the Mr. Dawsons I couldn't tell; but he'd got a knack of making people like him especially when they didn't know him. Not that it was worse when they did. It wasn't for that. He was always the same.
"I was in the East Indies two years, and in Brazil seven. Then I went to Madagascar." "I know a few explorers by name," I Said, anticipating a yarn. "Whom did you collect for?" "Dawsons. I wonder if you've heard the name of Butcher ever?" "Butcher Butcher?" The name seemed vaguely present in my memory; then I recalled Butcher v. Dawson.
It should have been a small thing by comparison that my grandfather had said I was to go to the Dawsons' dinner-party, but I had so violent an aversion to going that the matter really bulked large in the list of troubles. I should not mind so much if Richard Dawson were not present, and of course it might be that already he had found us too dull and had gone away on his wanderings.
The Dawsons glanced at each other in appreciation of the jest; and he chirped, "You're worse than Reverend Benlick! He don't hardly ever strike me for more than ten dollars at a time!" "I'm not joking. I mean it! Your children in the Cities are grown-up and well-to-do. You don't want to die and leave your name unknown. Why not do a big, original thing? Why not rebuild the whole town?
"You'll find your friends over there," he said. "All right," nodded the man he had rescued. "Lucky I met you. Thanks." "Say, Dave Dashaway, now what do you think of that!" burst out Hiram, as the man got out of earshot. "Think of what, Hiram?" inquired the young aviator. "Friend of the Dawsons!" "Well, they've got to know somebody, haven't they?"
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