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"I am glad you are smart in anything," thought Philip; for he knew that Nick was a hopeless dunce in school duties. "I hope your father'll live a good while," he said politely. "Yes, of course," said Nick lightly. "I'd be sorry to have the old man pop off; but then you never can tell about such a thing as that."
Indeed, from that side of the Pool there was no choice, unless one clambered round by the muddy bank. "We must make haste," said Willie. "Father'll want his tea." If they made haste they would be close on his heels. Charlie shrank back behind a willow and let them go by; then, quick as thought, rushed to his canoe and paddled across up the steps and into the temple he rushed. She wasn't there!
"'Tain't healthy for Indians about here," she answered carelessly, "I hain't ever seen one. I guess it's allowed; anyhow, the corn's there an' father'll have it cut right soon." It seemed to Bancroft that they had not a thought in common. Wrong done by her own folk did not even interest her.
Certainly a fellow who made his way at that rate had it "in him," and could afford to trust his star. Descending from this joyous flight he stooped his ear to the discourse of young Spence. "My father'll work you rather hard, you know: but you look as if you wouldn't mind that." Millner pulled up his inches with the self-consciousness of the man who had none to waste.
'Father'll want to be on hand, says he." Mr. Oldfield pushed back his cup, and then his chair. He bent his keen blue eyes upon her. "Town meetin' this time o' year?" said he. "What for?" "Oh, it's about the celebration. Old Mr. Eaton" "What Eaton?" "William W." "He that went away in war time, an' made money in wool? Old War-Wool Eaton?" Nicholas nodded, at her assent, and his look blackened.
I only wish it hadn't turned so hot: I'm afraid your poor father'll suffer his things are pretty heavy, I noticed. Well, it'll do him good to bear something for style's sake this once, anyhow!" She laughed, and coming to Alice, bent down and kissed her. "Dearie," she said, tenderly, "wouldn't you please slip upstairs now and take just a little teeny nap to please your mother?"
He's been sae lang disused til a wan'erin life, that I doobt it mayna weel agree wi' him; and I maun awa' back to Deemooth, gien I can get onybody to gie me a lift." "Na, na; that'll never dee," returned Maggie, with a sob. "My father'll be glaid eneuch to keep him; only we hae nae richt ower him, and ye maun hae him again whan ye wull." "Ye see I hae nae place to tak him til!" pleaded Isy.
He buttoned up his coat tightly, then turned to throw a last glance at Bessie. He had always disliked his father's second wife, and his sense of triumph was boundless. 'Oh! yer not hurt, he said; 'yer shammin. I advise yer to look sharp with shuttin up. Father'll be up the hill in two or three minutes now. Sorry I can't 'elp yer, now yer've set me up so comfortabul. Bye-bye!
"I don't believe father'll be a cripple always," said Charlie sturdily; "he's sure to get better some day, and there's certain to be something he can do." "But the doctors say he mustn't do anything," said Bella despondently. "Doctors don't know everything! Everybody makes mistakes some time," he added quickly, for the doctor at the hospital was one of his special heroes.
"Ugh, just so; but who's to blame? The innocent must suffer, to make the guilty speak." "What did you say, Granny?" asked Ditte from the alcove. "'Twas only I'm thinking your father'll soon find his way down here after this." A trap came hurrying through the dark and stopped outside. In burst the owner of the Sand farm.
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