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He pushed the sunbonnet back and patted her roguishly on the head. But she drew away from him. "Don't you touch me," she cried. "I'm a Dutchie!" "What?" She tossed her head and became silent again. "Come on, tell me," coaxed David. "I want to know what's wrong. Why, if you don't tell me I'll be so worried I won't be able to eat any dinner, and I'm so hungry now I could eat nails."
"Vat you do?" he would demand, glaring. And Mr. Wiley would laugh insolently. "You think I done it, do you, Dutchie huh!" He would saunter past, up the stairs, and into the Bumpus dining-room, often before the family had finished their evening meal. Lise alone made him welcome, albeit demurely; but Mr. Wiley, not having sensibilities, was proof against Hannah's coldness and Janet's hostility.
"Why, this summer once, early in June it was" the child hung her head and spoke almost inaudibly "you laughed at me and called me a LITTLE DUTCHIE!" She looked up bravely then and spoke faster, "And for that, it's just for that I don't like you like all the others do a'ready." "Laughed at you!" Miss Lee was perplexed. "You must be mistaken."
The only sounds that struck on the ear were the soft, slow rustle and occasional shiver of the sails, and the continuous and monotonous creak, creak of the spars and gear at the gentle movements of the vessel. And it was in this solemn half-quietness that the Skipper read the burial service. "Poor old Dutchie," I heard one of the men say, and I fancy we all felt a bit like that.
The foreman was Dutchie Bale, who used to go to the farm papers or the Chicago papers and just cut great pieces out of 'em and set 'em in type for the paper; and as the editor didn't care, and Dutchie didn't care what went into the paper, Mitch had a chance to write for the paper himself; and also Mr. Miller slipped in some wonderful things; and people began to say that the paper was lookin' up.
Suddenly a light broke in upon him, he rushed towards the door. "That damned Dutchie!" he exclaimed. The Professor smiled benignly.
"Vat you do?" he would demand, glaring. And Mr. Wiley would laugh insolently. "You think I done it, do you, Dutchie huh!" He would saunter past, up the stairs, and into the Bumpus dining-room, often before the family had finished their evening meal. Lise alone made him welcome, albeit demurely; but Mr. Wiley, not having sensibilities, was proof against Hannah's coldness and Janet's hostility.
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