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The three piles of brush and driftwood from the river were laid out some distance in front of the camp in preparation for the agreed signal fires and then, before the sun went down, the scout and his companion made their camp fire and had supper. "What do yo' expec' deyll do?" asked the colored lad at last. "Well, you can't tell. Injuns are puzzles. When they steal they steal in the dark.
Thess ez soon ez he could git a heerin', why, he says, says he: "I don't want anybody to think thet I'm a-tryin' to take any advantage. I don't expec' to gradj'ate without passin' my examination. An', mo' 'n that," says he, "I am ready to pass it now."
Ony ither body, be she as guid as she may, maun be but a makshift! For ae thing he winna get the same naitral disciplene 'at ilka mither cat gies its kitlins!" "Maybe! maybe! I ken I couldna ever lay a finger upo' the bonny cratur mysel!" said Maggie. "There 'tis!" returned her father. "And I dinna think," he went on, "we could expec muckle frae the wisdom o' the mither o' 'm, gien she had him.
"It's vera different frae my last place," says I, discontented-like. And the words were true enough, for auld Fairmer Scott only gave me a pund a month and parritch twice a day. "Weel, weel," says he, "maybe we'll gie ye a rise if ye suit. Meanwhile here's the han'sel shillin' that Maister McNeil tells me it's the custom tae give, and I shall expec' tae see ye at Cloomber on Monday."
Blows!" gasped the president. "Ah, you didn't expec' see me," said Mr. Blows, with a scornful laugh "They're trying do me, do me out o' my lill bit o' money, Bill." "But you ain't got no money," said his bewildered friend. Mr. Blows turned and eyed him haughtily; then he confronted the staring president again. "I've come for my money," he said, impressively "one 'under-eighty pounds."
Their attitude was considered to be stated with sufficient clearness by Angus Frazer in McTavish's store one day. "I am not that sure about the doctrine, but he has the right kind of religion for me." And McTavish's reply was characteristic: "Doctrine! He has as gude as you can expec' frae thae Episcopawlian buddies.
Hosma had a good deal to do w’en he got back, that’s w’y he sent me. An’ we betta hurry up if we expec’ to git any suppa’ to-night. Like as not you’ll fine your kitchen cleaned out.” Fanny looked her inquiry for his meaning. “Why, don’t you know this is ‘Tous-saint’ eve w’en the dead git out o’ their graves an’ walk about?
He was in his own place now, his hands trembling as they lay on the arms of his chair; a pathetic reproach was in his voice. "Though old folks oughtn't ter expec' too much o' young ones, ez be all tuk up naterally with tharse'fs," he added, bravely. He would not let his past lonely griefs mar the bright present. "Old folks air mos'ly cumber-ers mos'ly cumberers o' the yearth, ennyhow."
Ambrose could think of nothing better to do than let her weep herself out. He sat down on a boulder. She came creeping to him at last, utterly humbled. "Angleysman, tak' me wit' you," she murmured, clasping her hands before him. Her breath was still caught with sobs. "I not expec' you marry me. I not bot'er you wit' much talk lak' a wife. I jus' be your little servant.
I expec' ter live in town with eddicated folks, ez be looked up ter, an' respected by all, an' kin make money, an' hev a sure-enough house." Her ambitious eyes swept the shadowy gables down the street. He broke out laughing; his voice was softer; his face relaxed. "Laws-a-massy! Dosia," he exclaimed, "yer head's plumb turned by one day's roamin' round town.
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