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The second mate was bearing down on us again. I said jocularly, "Why, when I get very tired of life at Horton Pen, I shall come to see you in your uncle's town." Carlos had another of his fits of coughing. "After all, we are kinsmen. I dare say you would give me a bed," I went on. The second mate was quite close to us then.
She and Lester Eli, who, at seventeen, was to drown in a pleasure canoe; Snow Horton clandestinely present daughter of a neighborhood dentist and forbidden to play with the "boarding-house children"; Flora and Roy Kemble, twins; and little Harry Calvert, who would creep up like a dirty little white mouse from the basement kitchen. "C" hissed sibilantly. "Can't carry cranky cats!"
Over in the field, Jimmie straightened an aching young back and gazed in amazement. "Say hey, Sunny Sunny Horton! Get off that horse do you hear me?" he shouted. Sunny Boy heard. He turned and grinned impishly. He delighted to plague Jimmie, and he was having fun guiding Peter. Then Jimmie rather lost his head.
"I don't quite follow you," said the curate, again preparing to take his leave. "I dare say it's all plain enough to some minds, but well, Mr. Chance, you'll forgive me for saying that when you talk that way I don't know whether I'm standing on my head or my heels." "Naturally, you wouldn't," said Captain Horton, with a mocking smile. "But don't go yet, Brown; have some more whisky-and-water."
It seemed to prompt and goad him on, as though the man had said: "You mustn't stand that. Go after him." "I reckon" Samson's voice was a pleasant drawl "it doesn't make any particular difference, Mr. Horton." "Even if what I said didn't happen to be particularly commendatory?" inquired Horton, his eyes narrowing.
"So you're a free man," said Dr. Horton, folding the letter and handing it to Alston. "You an' Little Lizay can get married to-day, right now, if you wish to. Uncle Moses can marry you: he's a member of the Church in good an' regular standin': I don't know but he's an exhorter, or class-leader, or somethin'. What do you say? Shall I call him in an' have him tie you together?"
In the shrubberies of Monks Horton were walking a lady somewhat past middle age, but full of activity and vigour, with one of those bright faces that never grow old, and with her a young man, a few years over twenty, with a grave and almost careworn countenance.
"I wish, Grandpa " he began excitedly, "I wish the big boy who pulled me off the ice had waited to see you. He was afraid of the policeman, or maybe he might have stayed." "I wish I had seen him," said Grandpa Horton seriously. "He must have had his wits about him to get you out of that crowd so easily.
Both Rolf and Quonab had worked for Horton, and so they knew him well, and liked him for his goodness. It was Wednesday morning, late in July, when Selectman Horton, clean-shaven and large, appeared at the wigwam under the rock. "Good morrow to ye both!" Then without wasting time he plunged in.
"Now, if you sixteen fellows had been Catholic priests instead of in the Established Church, and you were Scarlett by name instead of Brown " "Don't say any more please!" cried the curate, lifting his hand. "You are going too far, Captain Horton. I like a little innocent fun well enough, but I draw the line at sacred subjects. Let us drop the subject."
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