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"Ye'd best take yer fill of bein' out doors to-day." "Yes," said Daisy, pleadingly, "it's so nice and pleasant. Mamma, couldn't some of the servants take me out a little more? I don't want to go in yet." "Leave her along of me, Mis' Livin'stone," said the old man. "Me an' her'll take care of one another."
A gal 's a gal; an' if I was faither of such as your darter, I'd count it my solemn duty to see her out of the dangers of life an' tidily mated to a gude man. I'd say to myself, 'Her'll graw to bless me for what I've done, come a few years."
He looked round timidly in the direction of the girl at the window; her back was towards him. 'It's possible, he replied. 'I haven't asked her yet. 'Her'll have no money? 'No. 'Thou'lt want some brass to set up with. Look thee here, Mark: I made my will seven years ago i' thy favour. 'Thank ye, said Mark gratefully.
"Kepital kepital. Give mothaw my love." "E'es be shure. Fainely plaized her'll be to hear thee'rt zo naicely adrest. Her'd maäde up her maind, pore zowl, that arl your buttons ud be out, wi' nobody to zee arter 'en. But I declare thee'rt drest laike a topsawyer." And with this a dead silence fell between the two.
"Yes, she was bound to see you through because what you done was on her account. Bat an' her'll be waitin' for us at Snake Creek crossin'." "Who is Bat?" "He's a breed." "A what?" "Wait an' see!" growled Tex. "Come on; we can't set here 'til you get educated. You'd ought to went to school when you was young." Endicott reached for a stirrup and the horse leaped sidewise with a snort of fear.
Do 'ee know un? Breeds 'osses at Mount Farm, a mile that-a-way," and Bates pointed to the west. Grant hazarded a guess, and described the face of condemnation seen at the inn. Bates nodded. "That's un," he said. Then he drove the spade into the rich loam. "They do say," he added, apparently as an after-thought, "as Fred Elkin is mighty sweet on Doris, but her'll 'ave nowt to do wi' un."
'Cuss her! he said, for the third time that morning, and with additional unction. 'Her'll be the death of me some day, I know her will! A summer sunset filled all the sky above Castle Barfield and its encircling fields. The sun had disappeared, leaving behind him a broad reflected track of glory where, here and there, a star was faintly visible.
"Stick on tight, ma dear!" "Don't 'ee walk behind or her'll kick!" "Mind her don't run away with ee!" "Don't they ride pretty, bless 'em!" At the bridge by the harbour the party was reinforced by Fay and Tattie, and farther on they were joined by the Colvilles, so that they were twelve strong as they left the town, and a particularly merry crew.
If she doant take care her'll be bogged." Roderick hitched his bag on to the top of the gate, and stood at ease waiting.
"There ain't nobody that can fool me about false hair." "I guess you ain't likely to see it," retorted Matilda, viciously. "All we'll ever hear about her'll be from the milk folks." "Maybe I could see her," ventured Rosemary, cautiously. "I could put on my best white dress and go to see Mrs. Marsh, to-morrow or next day, after I get the work done up.
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