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Franky, however, made an amazing progress so very rapid, indeed, that in about three years from that day he found himself in Maynooth, and in three years more was an active curate, to whom that very teacher appeared as slavishly submissive as if he had never ridiculed his vulgarity or ungainly dimensions.
"Yes, she must go to Mrs. Wilkinson's, and, for that matter, I must go working too. Mrs. Williams has been after me to make her girl's winter things ready; only I could not leave Franky, he clung so to me." "Then you won't be bridesmaid! is that your last word?" "It is; you must not be angry with me, Anne Dixon," said Libbie, deprecatingly. But Anne was gone without a reply.
One little "Dot" of a girl came shily behind Franky, whom she had long been watching, and threw her half-bun at his side, and then ran away and hid herself, in very shame at the boldness of her own sweet impulse.
I haven't a bit of fear about him. Sit still, old man. As for myself, I should be all right; when I get out there I feel more of a native than an Englishman. It's you who are the trouble, Franky, for I confess I am coming round." "I shall get myself up perfectly.
When at length he took to coming in again for his screw of sweets, Mrs. Day would look away from him resentfully, leaving him to Mr. Pretty to serve. She could not bring herself to speak to the child who was alive and well, and happy with his acid-drops, while Franky lay in his grave. Of the company of Mr. Boult at that time the Days had more than enough. Mr.
No, only the cutler's little boy, Franky's chum, from across the way. The cutler hired a strip of garden on one of the roads, and when tea was over, in the summer evenings, Franky and the cutler's son ran off together to their garden to get into what childish mischief was possible in the restricted space. "Franky isn't in, this evening," Mrs. Day told the boy. "He's gone for a drive with Mr.
Boult had made his offer, she sat down there with the deliberate intention of deciding which course to take, out of the three open to her. To be turned, with her children, homeless and penniless upon the world; to become Boult's wife; to drown in the river. An effort she made to keep her mind on these issues, but could only think, instead, of Franky.
He has gone into the library, sir, and vows he won't stir till he sees you, whether you are sick or well." A moment's pause, a half-muttered oath, and the Sir Francis quitted the room. The servant retired, and Lady Levison caught up her child. "Oh, Franky dear," she wailed forth, burying her face in his warm neck. "I'd leave him for good and all, if I dared; but I fear he might keep you."
If a mother could always keep her children about her, to be no older, no more difficult to make happy than Franky! She sighed, kissed the child, pushed from his face the admired curls, then dragged her rich, voluminous draperies to her own room, where her husband was already, by his silence she judged, asleep. There was a pier-glass in the large, handsomely furnished bedroom. Mrs.
"Quite 'ell, I thank ye," said Franky without a glance in the direction of the good lady in question, who had not the intention to inquire for his health. "C'n I go, ma? Willy's waitin' outside; and c'n I go?" "Oh go!" his poor mother said. "Go! But, Franky dear, don't pull your cap in that hideous fashion over your eyes."
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