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Now, if once we get to America, we shall have so much to see and do that the winter would come on, and mother would never trust all us precious people across the Atlantic in bad weather, so we shall have to winter in New York perhaps." Gatty. "How jolly! won't I 'guess' and 'reckon' every minute; and won't I fire up if I hear anyone abuse our monarchical and loyal constitution." Sybil.
After the first surprise and affectionate greetings, a misgiving crossed him, "she must know about the writ" it was impossible; but our minds are so constituted when we are guilty, we fear that others know what we know. Now Gatty was particularly anxious she should not know about this writ, for he had incurred the debt by acting against her advice.
Christie drew her aside, and learned that Gatty and his mother were just coming through from Leith; Christie ran for her eighty pounds, placed them in her bosom, cast a hasty glance at a looking-glass, little larger than an oyster-shell, and ran out. "Hech! What pleased the auld wife will be to see he has a lass that can mak auchty pund in a morning." This was Christie's notion.
"Oh, captain, send me for the boat. I can swim like a duck, and it's not a hundred yards from here." Mother. "My dear children, the sharks." Oscar. "I don't mind them, Mother." Gatty. "They will have a good mouthful if they swallow me; and if I am as troublesome inside a shark as you, little Mother, say I sometimes am here, I shall not agree with him at all." Schillie.
No, if they were dying by inches for want of their kettle I would not stir one step to give it them." Serena. "How severe you are upon them, little Mother, I hate the sight of them, but I don't think I could see them starve." Sybil. "Indeed I should not care what became of them, or what fate happened to them so that they were all dead." Gatty.
"I ken wha it is," suddenly squeaked a little fishwife; "it's Christie Johnstone's lad; it's yon daft painter fr' England. Hech!" cried she, suddenly, observing Mrs. Gatty, "it's your son, woman." The unfortunate woman gave a fearful scream, and, flying like a tiger on Liston, commanded him "to go straight out to sea and save her son." Jean Carnie seized her arm.
"But I agree with Sybil in thinking it very ungracious, not giving them the option of being kind to us, if they like it. They can but leave us behind if they don't like us." Schillie. "If they would promise to leave us behind in case they don't like us, I am ready to go and meet them now." Gatty.
Gatty did not reason so, did not reason at all, luckily, her heart ran away with her judgment, and, her judgment ceasing to act, she became a wise woman. *A diminutive German coin. The case was peculiar. Gatty was a artist pur sang and Christie, who would not have been the wife for a petit maitre, was the wife of wives for him.
As for Gatty, he hurried home in a fever of passion, begged his mother's pardon, and reproached himself for ever having disobeyed her on account of such a perfidious creature as Christie Johnstone. He then told her what he had seen, as distance and imagination had presented it to him; to his surprise the old lady cut him short.
She bade Jean call on him, and, without mentioning her, invite him to this party, from which, he must know, she would not be absent. Jean Carnie entered his apartment, and at her entrance his mother, who took for granted this was his sweetheart, whispered in his ear that he should now take the first step, and left him. What passed between Jean Carnie and Charles Gatty is for another chapter.
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