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Her words awoke an echo in Mr Cupples's conscience, but he returned no reply. "Hoo's Alec?" he asked. "Some better. He's growin' better, though it's langsome like." "And do they lippen you to luik efter him, no?" "Ay. What for no? His mither wad be worn to deith gin she sat up ilka nicht. He canna bide ouybody but her or me."
Jo G., and when, after many attempts to secure Janet as waitress, she had failed, she turned upon the girl sharply. "You might be doin' worse things!" she snapped, "you're growin' more an' more like yer ma, an' it ain't t' yer credit!" That was the first inroad the oncoming wave of sentiment had made in the bulkhead of local reticence. Janet started. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What I say.
I told Josiah that it wouldn't make growin' old any easier to set down, than it would to stand up. I don't s'pose it makes much difference about our bodies, anyway; they are only wrappers for the soul: the real, person is within. But then, you know, you get sort o' attached to your own body, yourself, you know, if you have lived with yourself any length of time, as we have, a good many of us.
"We've all got a weak spot," he said, musingly. "Mine is here an' it's a fear of growin' old an' bein' left alone. That's selfish. But I've lived, an' I reckon I've no more to ask for." Lenore could not help being sad in the midst of her increasing happiness. Joy to some brought to others only gloom! Life was sunshine and storm youth and age. This morning she found Kathleen entertaining Dorn.
"I said that," she returned. "I said that to Jonathan when I come home from the Circle the day they was here talkin' over the fund an' settlin' what they'd do. I come home an' says to Jonathan wipin' his hands on the roller-towel there by the back door, I says, 'What's everybody got ag'inst growin' old, an' growin' hefty, too, for that matter? I says.
"At least I don't mean to be. Way I look at it, this poetry-makin' and writin' yarns and that sort of stuff is just part of the youngster's er growin' up, as you might say. Give him time he'll grow out of it, same as I cal'late he will out of this girl business, this er Madel humph er ahem. . . . Looks like a good day to-morrow, don't it." He pulled up suddenly, and with considerable confusion.
Darned if they ain't gettin' to look as chubby as them babies you see in the advertisements. An' their tempers is growin' likewise." "Good fightin' spirit, eh?" "Yes," drawled Stubbs, "an' a hell of a bad thing to have on the high seas." "Well," said Danbury, after a moment's thought, "you have them up on deck to-morrow and I'll have a talk with them."
He shoved aside his work, and looking up with some concentration in his regard, pushed his chair back a little from the table, and rejoined "What's the matter with you this last day or two, Isy? You're not altogether like yourself!" She hesitated a moment, then answered "It can be naething, I suppose, sir, but just that I'm growin older and beginnin to think aboot things." She stood near him.
A pause followed, and then the narrator, or rather commentator, resumed. "I'm thinkin' whan he begud to ken himsel' growin' auld, his deed cam back upon 'im fresh-like, an' that wad be hoo he cudna bide to hae my lady oot o' the sicht o' his een, or at least ayont the cry o' his tongue.
In befriending me you are caring for one who is weak and puny indeed." "Oh, you won't answer," said Mr. Growther with a laugh. "I can see that your humps is growin' wisibly less every day, and you're too big and broad-shouldered for me to be a pettin' and a yearnin' over. I want jest such a peaked little chap as Mrs. Arnot pictured out, and that's doin' me such a sight o' good."
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