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Updated: May 5, 2025
I'm just Gentleman Geoff's Billie, a waif raised by the greatest-hearted man that ever lived, but I've got some pride myself. I don't want any man who hasn't s-spunk enough to ask me!" "Willa! Oh, my dearest, will you !" "Here comes Winnie Mason!" She drew her hands from his and sprang up with a nervous tinkle of laughter.
Longstaffe, the "man of business" who had the affairs of half the county in his hands, came to Markland to see her, and any idea there might have been of attending to Geoff's lessons had to be laid aside. He had to be dismissed even from his seat in the window, where he superintended, on ordinary occasions, everything that went on.
But the fire of excitement was in Geoff's veins, and a restlessness of energy and activity which after a minute or two forebade all possibility of rest. Something had happened to him which had never happened before.
"You sure got th' Kid all worked up an' mad enough t' kill, eh, Bud? If he does get up against this guy Geoff this guy Geoff's sure goin' t' cash in sudden. Consequently, I guess you'll be wantin' paper an' pencil both here!" "What th' hell " began M'Ginnis. "Telegram, Bud. You're goin' t' frame up a nice little telegram t' this guy Geoff oh, you sure are th' fly gazebo!
Theo, though his head was over the basin, put out his hand and seized the child by the shoulders. "What did you run away for, you little ? Do you know your mother will be wretched about you? your mother, who is worth a hundred of you." This was said through his teeth, with a twist of Geoff's shoulder which was almost savage.
I only wished especially since she had spoken crossly to me that it had not been settled for Pierson to stay with us. I felt so sure I could take better care of the boys than any one else. But my thoughts and plans were interrupted by our stopping at last. Uncle Geoff's house was in a street in which there were no shops.
Billie, huddled on the ground, her head pillowed against the side of his cot, slumbered deeply, and Gentleman Geoff's slim, delicate fingers touched her hair in a wistful caress. On a nearby bench Thode, bathed and freshly bandaged, slept also.
"I I never heard any other name. Do I have to have one?" Jim Baggott settled the matter, for the moment at least. "You do not!" he announced, with emphasis. "Not around here, anyway. You were Gentleman Geoff's Billie and that's name enough for us. When you do need a handle to it, I reckon there ain't any law 'gainst you pickin' out one to suit yourself."
Then he went through the little wood, making the pony walk, his little heart all melting with the sweetness and shade as he picked his way across the brook, in which the leaves lay as in Valombrosa. The pony liked that gentle pace; perhaps he had thoughts of his own which were as urgent, yet as idle, as Geoff's, and like the boy felt the delight of the unknown.
Warrender entered looking the boy could not tell how flushed, weary-eyed: something as he had seen his father look in the morning after a late night. Excitement simulates many recollections, and this was the first thought that leaped to Geoff's little mind, with its little bit of painful experience. "I say, Theo!" the boy cried; and then stared and said no more. "Well! what is it you say?
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