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I am wel and so is Maggie. Frank is agoin to make me a sled a real good one. I shal cal it the egle. I hope we shal soon hav sum sno. It will be my berth day next week. I shal be seven years old. I hope you cum back soon. Good nite. "from CHARLIE."
"Good afternoon," said Susannah, catching her breath. "But, all the same, this isn't Babylon." "You serve teas here, ma'am?" "No, we don't," answers Susannah, very sturdy. "Then the board hav' made a mistake," said the sailor, scratching the back of his head and pushing his tarpaulin hat forward and sideways over his eyebrows.
"That be so, surely," went up in a general chorus, and then a newcomer who had just entered the room said: "Oi ha' joost coom vrom Nance's and Bill Swinton ha' sent in a basin o' soup as he got vrom the feyther o' that boy as broke his leg. Nance war a feeding the child wi' it, and maybe it will do her good. He ha' been moighty koind to Bill, that chap hav."
Tomlin, or maybe to get rid of them the sooner, produced a red ribbon badge. "Ef ze will sing," he said, showing his white teeth as he smiled, "ze shall hav it." Turning to view this new party, her ladyship treated him to a brief examination, but evidently approving of him, began to sing with no more ado: "Je suis si l'enfant gaté Tra la la la, tra la la, Car je les aime les petits patés.
In his excitement Jean leaped from the log, Tom and David viewing him in amazement. "But w'en I hav' see his son, he big man lak' his father." "What do you know of him, Jean!" Tom's question was freighted with eagerness. "It's evident you must know something." "Do you mean, Jean, that you think this fellow is the one you were telling me of?" demanded David skeptically.
I hav thus far spoke of myself excloosivly as a exhibiter. I was born in the State of Maine of parents. As a infant I attracted a great deal of attention. The nabers would stand over my cradle for hours and say, "How bright that little face looks! How much it nose!" The young ladies would carry me round in their arms, sayin I was muzzer's bezzy darlin and a sweety 'eety 'ittle ting.
"It is the sam'," almost shouted the hunter. "I hav' know the name when I hear it, but never could I remember. But I think he dead long time, because after his son who he hav' love much get kill by tree, he turn to wil' man an' run 'way to Canada, an' no one know after where he hav' gone. Of a truth we hav' done well not to meet him. No wonder you say 'urry an' get away, M'sieu' Tom."
"'Bout mile mebbe little more to little valley. In valley is the little cabin. I know him. Somebody say this cabin hav' haunt. Somebody kill 'nother man once who liv' there. Then nobody ever go near because dead man walk aroun' there at night. Cabin mebbe not there now. Anyhow we see, because we know dead man can't walk aroun'." "Lead me to the cabin.
"Yes, old fellow; it's David," rang out the triumphant cry. "Thank God, you are alive! Jean is with me." "Le bon Dieu hav' hear," was Jean's muttered repetition, as the two men made a concerted dash upon the shack, in a wild effort to locate the door. Finding it by the aid of their flashlights, they made a determined onslaught upon it, but it stubbornly resisted their importuning hands.
We hav' been tell him so much about her. Don' you think we might stop there and let Mr. Denison have some talk with her?" "Ay, ay, my girl. Yes; go and see the poor old thing. I'm sure she'll be delighted. You'll like her, Mr. Denison. She's as fine an old woman as ever breathed. But don't take that basket of food with you, Kate. She'd feel awfully insulted if you did not eat in her house."
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