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Updated: May 25, 2025
And of course you know, Aubrey, that if father tries any hankey-pankey with the estate, and leaves it to me, I shall give it back to you next day. Aubrey smiled. 'Father'll live another twenty years, old man. Will there be any England then, or any law, or any estates to leave? The twins looked at him in amazement. Again he recovered himself quickly.
I know that Father says that Mother is always trying to make me a "Marie," and nothing else; and that Mother says she knows Father'll never be happy until he's made me into a stupid little "Mary," with never an atom of life of my own. And, do you know? it does seem sometimes, as if Mary and Marie were fighting inside of me, and I wonder which is going to beat. Funny, isn't it?
Dowson looked up quickly, and then, lowering her eyes, took her hand out of the stocking she had been darning and, placing it beside its companion, rolled the pair into a ball. "You go round to-morrow night, Flora," she said, deliberately. "It sha'n't be said a daughter of mine was afraid to hear the truth about herself; father'll find the money."
My father'll suffer some day, for keeping me at this low ebb of cash, by jingo!" He uttered this with a prophetic fierceness. "I cannot even scrape together enough for entrance money to a Club. It's sickening! I wonder whether I shall ever get used to banking work? There's an old clerk in our office who says he should feel ill if he missed a day. And the old porter beats him bangs him to fits.
"God's will be done," he murmured. "Your father'll do his best he's a good seaman. He went to service with us this morning. I wish all had gone."
"You don't say, Hank!" chuckled the boy. "Too bad; but you see that's just the very place we expect to head for to-morrow Thunder Mountain!" The old man looked closely at him, and shook his head. "I don't like to hear ye say that, Frank," he muttered, uneasily; "an' I kinder reckons as how yer father'll feel oneasy when I tell him what yer up to.
"My father's went down in that cage," said he, looking up at the tall stranger, his bright black eyes sparkling. "Is that so!" replied the other. "Why don't you go?" "My father'll get 'em out. He ain't afraid o' nothin', my father!" "What's your father's name?" "Big Jerry." "Oho! And what'll you be when you grow up?" "I'm goin' to be a shot-firer." "In this mine?" "You bet not!" "Why not?"
Father's going this afternoon. I never've been. Let's go with him." "That won't dig taters," smiled Bradley in his slow way. "Darn the taters. If we're goin' into politics we want 'o know all about things." "That's so. I would like to go if your father'll let us off on the taters." Mr. Jennings made no objection. "It'll be a farce, though, the whole thing." "Why so?"
"You're father'll get there," added Dotty; "so I thought I'd tell you." "Your shoestring's untied," said Jennie, coolly. "And I don't care now if you are the richest," said Dotty, stooping to tie the string; "for God loves me just as well when I wear Prudy's old things; and so do all the good people in this town, and the minister too; grandma said so.
And there's seven old patched shirts. I suppose I'll get the tails sewed together into school shirts for me and there's Old Mrs. Arley's plush dress I suppose poor mother'll have to fix that up and wear it to church. Why don't they give stuff father'll have to wear, too? I wonder why a minister's supposed to be so much better than his wife or son."
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