Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
Eh, we thort we did a good deed, Mister Jocelyn an' I, when we kep' 'er as a baby, 'opin' agin 'ope as 'er parents 'ud turn up an' be sorry for the loss of 'er but never a sign of a soul! an' now she's grow'd up she's thorts in 'er 'ed which ain't easy to unnerstand for since Mister Jocelyn told 'er the tale of 'erself she's not been the same like she's got suddin old!"
She's always asking me for more, for one thing; but, then women alway do. And look 'ow bad it is for her saving money like that on the sly. She might grow into a miser, pore thing. For 'er own sake I ought to get hold of it, if it's only to save her from 'erself." Mr. Chase's face reflected the gravity of his own. "You're the only man I can trust," continued Mr.
By an' by she got to tellin' me about 'erself. It appears she wasn't really French, but was born at Dunwold, a village in Sussex, an' lived there till she was grown up, after which she went abroad. Then she says to me, of a sudden: 'I met a man to-day " "One moment!" Jimmie interrupted. He took a note-book and pencil from his pocket, and jotted down a few lines. "Please resume now," he added.
They could still hear the old woman moving about, setting things to rights in her room. Suddenly there was a great clatter of falling slats. The bed had come down. "She can't put that thing up by 'erself" suggested Peter. "Go in an' he'p 'er." "I'll do no sech a thing; do you reckon I want 'er to scratch my eyes out? Huh!
'Fine an' 'earty, says I; 'eats well an' sleeps sound, says I; ''is arms is strong an' 'is legs is strong, an' 'e aren't afeared o' nobody like a young lion be Peter, says I. Now, while I'm a-sayin' this, she looks at me, soft an' thoughtful-like, an' takes out a little book an' begins to write in it, a-wrinklin' 'er pretty black brows over it an' a-shakin' 'er 'ead to 'erself.
His wife's mother and 'is wife and the children all started crying together, and Joe Barlcomb, when 'e thought of 'is pig, he sat down and cried too. He sat up late that night thinking it over, and, arter looking at it all ways, he made up 'is mind to go and see Mrs. Prince, an old lady that lived all alone by 'erself in a cottage near Smith's farm.
They 'ad been like it for years, and they kept it up when they left the sea and got berths ashore. Anybody knowing them would ha' thought that nothing but death could part 'em; but it happened otherwise. There was a gal in it, of course. A gal that Ted Denver got into conversation with on top of a bus, owing to her steadying 'erself by putting her hand on 'is shoulder as she passed 'im.
She was there a long time making funny noises, and at last Joe walked toward the door on tip-toe and peeped through the crack and saw 'er in a sort o' fit, sitting in a chair with 'er arms folded acrost her bodice and rocking 'erself up and down and moaning.
"She flung 'erself down in the chair agin with 'er back to me, and for nearly three-quarters of an hour we sat there without a word. Then, to our joy, we 'eard footsteps turn in at the gate. Quick footsteps they was. Somebody turned the handle of the door, and then a face looked in at the window that made me nearly jump out of my boots in surprise.
In a moment Robinette's arms were about her: her soft young cheeks pressed against the withered old face. "What's this you're saying, Nurse?" she cried. "Leaving your cottage? Who said so?" "It's true, dear, quite true; 'asn't the lady 'erself been here to tell me so?" "Was that what Aunt de Tracy was here about? I met her on the road five minutes ago; she said she had been here on business!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking