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But what a fine old sport the old dame Clay would have made no danger of her not standing up to a mauling or baulking at any of her fences, eh?" Dawn would not look at Ernest after the meeting and deputation came to an end, but walked home with "Dora" Eweword, laughing and talking in ostentatious enjoyment; while Ernest and the Grosvenor girl were none the less entertained.
She'd surprise some of the grandees, and with her vivacity and courage she'd make a furore for a time." "She'd make a good sport if she were a man," assented Ernest. "No running stiff or jamming a jock on the post or anything like that from her she'd always hit straight out from the shoulder and above the belt." "Yes; she has particularly infatuated me, and I'd like to save her from Eweword."
Eweword sizzled in his blushes, while Ernest's face slightly cleared at this rebuff dealt out to another. Grandma brought in the coffee and grumbled to Dawn about Carry's absence. "That Larry Witcom ain't no monk, and while a girl is in my house I feel I ought to look after her. I believe in every one having liberty, but there's reason in everythink."
She conversed with the elder members of the party and Ernest, and this left "Dora" Eweword in charge of Carry and Dawn. His giggle was much in evidence. Between blasts of it he could be heard inviting the girls to a pull on the river, and they presently set off round the corner of Miss Flipp's bedroom leading to the flights of wooden steps down to the boats under the naked willows.
"There is a lot in that, and that's why I like to see Dawn have young Eweword, who's a man I'd be happy to leave her to; but I daren't say a word, she's mighty touchy an' would flash up that she'd leave if I want to get rid of her.
It was just as well that "Dora" Eweword had been too chopfallen to come in, for we found the place in what grandma termed "a uproar." As we had gone out Mrs Bray had arrived to relate her speculations in regard to Mrs Rooney-Molyneux. Mrs Bray did not live a great distance from the latter's cottage, and as she had not seen her about during the day, wondered had she come to her travail.
"Dora" looked very red in the face indeed. "How's Miss Cowper?" mercilessly pursued Dawn, going to the point about which she was curious, as is characteristic of swains and maids of her degree. "I hope she's well." "So do I," said Eweword. "You used to ask after her health about twice a-day.
She didn't merely pretend not to see me, but hurried by me in contempt and came back with that Eweword, who glared at me as though I were a tramp who had attempted to molest her. I am sure you could not expect me to go any farther than that, and I only did that because you call her a friend of yours. Perhaps Eweword doesn't do things that necessitate the throwing of dirty water on him.
"Oh, I don't know," persisted Carry, "I know plenty of galoots, they're the only sort of men there are in the Noonoon district, and they can't row for sour apples." Dawn singled out "Dora" Eweword, and went up the bank with him, leaving the remainder of us together.
Ernest was somewhat overshadowed by Eweword, as the latter was superior in size and cast of features, being fully six feet, while Ernest was not more than five feet nine inches; but as a girl very rarely, if she has a choice, cares most for the handsomest of her admirers, I was not in the least cast down about this. When it was time for me to depart, Ernest rose too, but not Dawn.
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