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Beyond that was the Donahue home, where Frenchy's widowed mother lived with his younger brothers and sisters. Then came the Rosenmeyer delicatessen shop, and there the car was pulled down by Torry, for there was a little group outside the shop, the center of which were three figures in blue. "Look at those happy Jacks, will you?" ejaculated Torry in feigned disgust. "Got an audience, haven't they?
It is pleasant to meet people who are so secure in their position that they do not feel the slightest need for snobbishness. I soon left for Will's Island, where I remained for some hours. Frenchy's boy came with us. He's a lovable little fellow, and manifested his admiration for "la belle dame" as he calls Miss Jelliffe. He is an infant of discriminating taste.
The men were coming up to get our baggage and the furniture we had taken from the Snowbird, and Susie was ready to boss them. Then Helen, who had run upstairs, came down and joined me. "I'll help you down the road, Daddy," she said, "and after that I'll run back to Frenchy's. I hear that Mr. Barnett went off somewhere in the middle of the night, so as to return in time to see us off.
She has those dear little ones of her own," I said. Then I kissed him quickly and ran out into the darkness before he could object any further. The wind just tore at me, and I had to seize Frenchy's arm as we splashed through the puddles, with heads bent low, leaning against the storm. And so we reached the poor little shack Yves calls his home.
I promised I would "work it" with the captain, and Pallou put out his brawny hand the hand that "drove it home into Frenchy's throat" and grasped mine in silence. Then he lifted his jacket and showed me his money-belt, filled. "I don't want money," I said. "If you have told me the whole story, I would help any man in such a fix as you."
What she lacked in strength she made up in nimbleness, and she stood her ground fiercely, wrestling on until, with a quick, furious wrench, she freed herself from his hold and bolted toward the kitchen. "Frenchy's" brother pursued her. But, once inside, she was safe, for he dared not enter and scramble across the couch to where she had sought refuge by a window. So he turned back toward the goal.
After a moment she was restless again, and we went out on the porch. We could hear Susie Sweetapple messing about in her kitchen, whose destinies she again cheerfully controls, and presently some men came down the road, carrying a bed. "'Un says he've got ter have his bed at Frenchy's," one of them explained to me. "'Un's scared to give the diphtherias ter Sammy's young 'uns."
"What's the matter?" I asked her. "You speak in such a weary, discouraged way that you must be getting ill. You have simply tired yourself to death over that boy of Frenchy's. By George! But I'll be glad when we get away from this place!" And then the minx looked at me, just as sweetly as ever, and her voice had that little caressing tone of hers.
Frenchy's small boy had clambered out like a monkey and, like myself, was an object of silent curiosity to the local urchins. The scent of fish prevailed, of course, but it was less pronounced than at Sweetapple Cove, very probably for the unfortunate reason that very few fish had been caught, of late. Indeed, it was a fine drying day and yet the poor flakes were nearly bare.
He wasn't old enough to shoot only from principle, not merely for practice. The' was another young feller at Frenchy's with a lot o' hot money in his clothes. He seemed to have a deep-felt prejudice against fire, too, the way he was blowin' it in. When Bill came back, the young feller tried to buy the dog from him.
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