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Never a vessel comes hereabouts, and 'tis the Lord's mercy you han't run her ashore." "The Lord will provide," answered the skipper piously, "Which-a-way lies Cardiff, say you?" The old man pointed. But while he pointed Tilda ran forward. "'Olmness? Is it 'Olmness?" He stared up. "Holmness it is, missie? But why?" "An' you'll take us off? We're 'ere with a message.
"Wot a green 'un!" muttered Tommy, as he gazed at the tiger in blue through a volume of tobacco smoke. "What's the matter, boy?" inquired Bax, in some surprise. "Anything wrong at Redwharf Lane?" "Ye-es that's to say, not exactly, only I've run'd away." "You han't run far, then," said Bax, smiling. "How long is't since you ran away?" "Just ten minutes."
"Oh, wait till you see. I wouldn't be you to-morrow for something, though. Do you like sewing?" "Sewing!" said Ellen. But "Girls! girls! what are you leaving the door open for!" sounded from the kitchen, and they hurried in. " 'Most got through, Nancy?" inquired Bob Lawson. "Han't begun to, Mr. Lawson. There's every bit as many to do as there was at your house t'other night."
"Never mind, Nelly, I han't scratched it out o' my brain yet, but I'll tell 'ee after dinner, and we'll try the plan to-morrow mornin'." The author has himself, in the backwoods, taken four birds in succession off a tree in this fashion with a fowling-piece. Early on the following morning, Roy and Nelly rose to try the new style of duck-hunting which the former had devised.
" And that's me, ma'am. Honk!" added Farmer Best. "I'm what Parson called the skelliton of the machinery." He wound up with a wink at the company, and a wheezy laugh. "You may titter, all of you!" Mrs Polsue glared about her. "But if ever there was hole-and-corner sectarianism in this world And this is what we've come to listen to!" "You han't done much listenin' up to now, ma'am."
There was a little silence, during which Ellen eyed her rough charioteer, not knowing exactly what to make of him. "I guess this is the first time you ever rid in an ox-cart, ain't it?" "Yes," said Ellen; "I never saw one before." "Han't you never seen an ox-cart! Well how do you like it?" "I like it very much indeed. Have we much further to go before we get to aunt Fortune's house?"
They was a-layin' to, last I heerd, so's to settle their course, I 'xpect they've heaved up an' let go by this, but I han't seen no signals." "Dear me!" interrupted Sally, "a real war coming! and I a'n't any thing but a woman!" Her cheeks and eyes glowed with fervent feeling, as she said this; and the old sailor, turning round, surveyed her with a grin of honest admiration.
Never get into a passion if you can help it, and if you can't help it get out of it as fast as possible, and if you can't get out of it, just give a great roar to let off the steam and turn about and run. There's nothing like that. Passion han't got legs. It can't hold on to a feller when he's runnin'. If you keep it up till you a'most split your timbers, passion has no chance. It must go a-starn.
His dress was as rough as his voice a coarse gray frock-coat, green velveteen pantaloons, and a fur cap that had seen its best days some time ago. "Good day, Mrs. Forbes," said this personage; "Sam said you wanted me to stop as I went along." "Ah, how d'ye do, Mr. Van Brunt?" said the landlady, rising "you've got the ox-cart here with you, han't you?"
If Jude had been behind the fence he would have felt not a little surprised at learning how very few of his sayings and doings on the previous evening were private. "You've got him to care for 'ee a bit, 'nation if you han't!" murmured Anny judicially. "It's well to be you!"
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