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The child had raised both arms, and was bending her body back back until her fingers touched the hem of her skirt behind her. Her throat even sank out of view behind her childish bust. The shepherd's pipe dropped, and was smashed on the hearthstone. There was a silence, while still Godolphus continued to rotate. Someone broke it, suddenly gasping "Hallelujah!" "Amen! Tis working 'tis working!"
And that, I dessay," she wound up lucidly, "is what softened me t'ards you. Do you go to school, now?" "Never did," answered Tilda, taking the plate and laying it before Godolphus, who fell-to voraciously. "I 'd like to tell that to the attendance officer," said Mrs. Damper in a wistful tone. "But p'r'aps it might get you into trouble?" "You 're welcome."
The three were seated in the drawing-room after dinner, and Sir Elphinstone beginning to grow impatient for his game of piquet. On the hearth-rug before the fire were stretched Godolphus and three of Miss Sally's prize setters; but Godolphus had the warmest corner, and dozed there stertorously. The book chanced to be Gautier's Emaux et Camees, and Tilda to open it at the Carnaval de Venise
So the escort started, the policeman walking close behind and the crowd following the policeman. "Now," said Mr. Hucks as they passed out of sight, "you'll just step into the yard and answer a few questions. You too, sir," he turned to Mr. Mortimer and led the way. "Hullo!" he let out a kick at Godolphus snuffling at the yard gate, and Godolphus, smitten on the ribs, fled yelping.
So the children, looking forth and judging the coast clear, took Godolphus for a scamper across the dark meadow. They returned to find their hostess disrobed and in bed, and again she had the tea-equipage arrayed and the kettle singing over the spirit-lamp.
Tilda and Arthur Miles sat on the edge of the basin, with Godolphus between them, and stared down on the deck of the Severn Belle tug, waiting for some sign of life to declare itself on board. By leave of a kindly cranesman, they had spent the night in a galvanised iron shed where he stored his cinders, and the warmth in the cinders had kept them comfortable.
The barking continued for almost half a minute, and then Godolphus emerged, capering absurdly on his hind legs and revolving like a dervish, flung up his head, yapped thrice in a kind of ecstasy, and again plunged into the store. "That's funny, too," mused Tilda. "I never knew 'im be'ave like that 'cept when he met with a friend.
The young giant dropped back into his chair, and doubtless a second spiritual gust was preparing to shake the company you could feel it in the air when Godolphus intervened. That absurd animal, abashed by a series of snubbings, probably saw a chance to rehabilitate himself.
But here Godolphus interrupted the conversation, wriggling himself backwards and with a sudden yap out of Tilda's clutch. Boy and girl turned, and beheld him rush towards a tall, loose-kneed man, clad in dirty dungaree, dark-haired and dark-avised with coal-dust, who came slouching towards the quay's edge. "Bill! Oh, Bill!" Tilda sprang up with a cry.
"And my dog isn' a nasty cur; it only shows your ignorance. Be quiet, 'Dolph!" She had to turn and shake her crutch at Godolphus, who, perceiving his mistress's line of action, at once, in his impulsive Irish way, barked defiance at the shopwoman. But the shopwoman's eyes rested on the crutch, and the sight of it appeared to mollify her. "My gracious!