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"I know de reason dey so late, Miss Diddie," said Riar, "dey got dat new mule Sam in de lead in one de wagins, and Unker Bill say he know he gwine cut up, f'um de look in he's eyes." "Uncle Bill don't know everything," answered Diddie. "There are six mules in the wagon, and Sam's jest only one of 'em; I reckon he can't cut up much by hisself; five's more'n one, ain't it?"
"You're goin' to answer for that job of the other night." Paul went to his desk in his corner, and turned over the leaves of the ledger. "Go and tell Fanny I want order 097, quick!" he said to his boy. Dawes stood in the doorway, tall and threatening, looking at the top of the young man's head. "Six and five's eleven and seven's one-and-six," Paul added aloud. "An' you hear, do you!" said Dawes.
They were not unlike each other, either in face or figure, though the Bristol man was a few years the older, and a murmur of critical admiration was heard as the two tall, lithe figures, and keen, clean-cut faces were contrasted. "Have you any choice where the fight takes place?" asked my uncle. "I am in your hands, sir," said Jim. "Why not go round to the Five's Court?" suggested Sir John Lade.
"Well, you may be right, but a fellow needs a kind word now and then, and you have to take it where you can get it. Your pals look down upon you and chuck you out of their set." "What's the matter, then?" asked Pelle. "What's the matter? Six times five's the matter, because I wouldn't let my old father starve during the lockout. We had a jolly good time then. I was a good son!
I have said that I cannot tell whether the Counsellor is to be counted as one of Number Five's lambs or not, but he evidently admires her, and if he is not fascinated, looks as if he were very near that condition. It was a more delicate matter about which the Tutor talked with her.
"Five's no use," said Cripps, contemptuously, "wouldn't pay not the interest. You'll have to make it a tenner, young gentleman." "Don't say that, Cripps, I'd gladly do it if I could; I'd pay you every farthing, and so I will if you only wait." "That's just the way with you young swells. You get your own ways, and leave other people to get theirs best way they can. Where's your five-pound?"
After we had listened to Number Five's story, I was requested to read a couple of verses written by me when the guest of my friends, whose name is hinted by the title prefixed to my lines. From this fair home behold on either side The restful mountains or the restless sea: So the warm sheltering walls of life divide Time and its tides from still eternity.
It was not Number Five's fault, for she read it beautifully, as we all agreed, and as I knew she would when I handed it to her. I LIKE YOU met I LOVE YOU, face to face; The path was narrow, and they could not pass. I LIKE YOU smiled; I LOVE YOU cried, Alas! And so they halted for a little space.
If he saw Number Five's tear, he will certainly fall in love with her. No matter if he does Number Five is a kind of Circe who does not turn the victims of her enchantment into swine, but into lambs. I want to see Number Seven one of her little flock. I say "little." I suspect it is larger than most of us know.
There was, no doubt, a strong feeling among many people that Number Five's affections were a kind of Gibraltar or Ehrenbreitstein, say rather a high table-land in the region of perpetual, unmelting snow. It was hard for these people to believe that any man of mortal mould could find a foothold in that impregnable fortress, could climb to that height and find the flower of love among its glaciers.
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