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"I'm dying," ses Sam, with another awful groan. "Good-by, Ginger." "Goo'-by," ses Ginger, turning over and falling fast asleep agin. Old Sam picked 'imself up arter two or three tries, and then he staggered over to Peter Russet's bed and sat on the foot of it, groaning, until Peter woke up very cross and tried to push 'im off with his feet.
When when's she comin' to tell me goo'-by?" "Why why look-a-here. Brace up, ole man. She had to leave a'ready." "She's gone?" "Say, you don' think bookin' like that can wait, do you? It was take it or leave it quick. You didn't wan' her to throw away a chancet like that, huh, Freddy? Huh?" Freddy's head sank on his chest. His hands fell limp. "A' right," he murmured without looking up.
Be awful nice to see you again, old Morty." "Same here. Goo'-by." Gazing across the table at Miggleton's, Mr.
"Goo'-by," he said, roughly. There were tears in his eyes. Then, without a look at his mother, he walked quickly down the room, and out into the hall. They could hear him putting on his hat and coat. . . . Carl Robertson pressed his clenched hand against his lips, and turned his back to the other two. Mary was silent.
He ran to the side, waving his hat and looking over. "Goo'-by, ole Bill, by-by. There you go, an' the signal o' distress roun' you, H. B. 'I'm in need of assistance. Lord, here comes the sharks look! look! look at um fight! look at um takin' ole Bill! I'm in need of assistance. I sh'd say you were, ole Bill."
I walk ressa way leave you to res'. Goo'-by! Nen run fas' he can down dissa heel. "Missiolary man stay look him run, an' kep' fink ole tem. Nen say hisse'f: 'I fink dissa man inshinsherity. I lose ole dissa tem wif him! Whatta tem it is? Nen he search his watch. 'Oh, my! No watch; no convict! Dissa vay bad day!" The Chinese grins with the greatest pleasure.
"I wanna be game!" said Freddy, stiffening his lips. "You tell Florette. You write to her I was game. Will ya, Bert?" A bell rang. "Aw, I gotta go dress for supper, Bert. They dress up for supper here." "A' right, kid. Then I'll be goin' " "Goo'-by, Bert. You tell her, Bert." "So long, kid." "Will ya tell her I was game, Bert?" "Aw, she'll know!"
Merton Gill acknowledged this with a haughty inclination of the head. He must not encourage this hoyden. He glanced expectantly through the little window. His friend held a telephone receiver at her ear. She smiled wearily. "All right, son. You got evening clothes, haven't you? Of course, I remember now. Stage Four at 8:30. Goo'-by."
Then he kissed her perfunctorily and said, "Goo'-by goo'-by," and took the night train for Mercer. He lost no time when he got back to Old Chester in putting his plan through. The very next afternoon, knowing that Johnny would be at Doctor Lavendar's Collect Class, he called on Miss Lydia.
She rose up in that waterlogged cart like a Statue of Liberty. "Never!" says she. "We will never submit to such extortion. We'll drown first!" Becky heard her. She didn't look disapp'inted nor nothing. Just turned and begun to walk up the beach. "ALL right," says she; "GOO'-by." The Todds stood it for a jiffy. Then James give in. "I'll pay it!" he hollers. "I'll pay it!"
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