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He liked the shining kitchen. The wood was dark and old. He liked too the tiny bird-like wife who trotted to the door at Hughie's call. Her hair was white and scant, her skin ruddy, her eyes as small and black as berries. Kenny made her his slave. He begged to eat in the kitchen. Joan found him there a little later with everything in the pantry spread before him.
"Seventeen," said Hughie, hopelessly. "But one of those I didn't count," said Foxy, generously. "That's the one I gave you to try at the first. Now, I tell you," went on Foxy, insinuatingly, "you have got how much at home?" he inquired. "Six pennies and two dimes." Hughie's tone indicated despair. "You've got six pennies and two dimes. Six pennies and two dimes.
"For the love of God, give me a horse that'll take me into Tregarrick before seven and save Hughie's life! Man, I've got a reprieve!" "Dear lad, is that so?" said the landlord, who had come down, and was standing by the hotel door in nightcap and bedgown. "I thought, maybe, you was hurrying to see the last of your brother.
"Now, now, don't imagine things. Boys are full of notions at Hughie's age. He may need a change, but that is all." With this the mother tried to quiet the tumult of anxious fear and pain she found rising in her heart, but long after the house was still, and while both her boy and his father lay asleep, she kept pouring forth that ancient sacrifice of self-effacing love before the feet of God.
If we want to do that, we must go to Gunnersbury. Alma's look fell. She tapped with her foot and meditated, slightly frowning. But, before Harvey spoke again, the muscles of her face relaxed, and she turned to him with a smile, as though some reflection had brought relief. 'You wouldn't mind the bother of moving? 'What is that compared with Hughie's advantage?
But, hoots! toots! it will be working the other way, whatever. Give him a good name, now, and " "And he'll git up on his hind legs and walk like a man," said Spectacle John Cross, much to Uncle Hughie's disgust. Dr. Allen had merely laughed, and forgotten the remark soon after. Nevertheless, the underlying truth was working out in his own life.
When they came to Hughie's turn, he chose the hymn by Bliss, recently published, "Whosoever will," the words seem to strike him tonight. "Mother," he said, after singing it through, "does that mean everybody that likes?" "Yes, my dear, any one that wishes." "Pharaoh, mother?" "Yes, Pharaoh, too." "But, mother, you said he could not possibly." "Only because he did not want to."
He had humbly pledged himself to curb a tendency to speed and excitement and therefore ferried the river well until a wind rose at twilight, clouds thickened overhead and a spatter of rain blew into his face. Then his patience waned and he tacked an enormous sign upon the willow under one of Hughie's lanterns. Owing to illness, it said, the ferry had been discontinued.
By degrees Hughie's very moderate necessities were satisfied, and with a hurried farewell to his mother he went off with Thomas. At the gate they picked up Fusie and Davie Scotch, and went off to the Cameron's for the seed potatoes, Hughie's heart lighter than it had been for many a day.
Hughie's eyes sparkled: "They stopped here, then?" Toomey scowled. "Yes, confound 'em! I've had more than one 'run in' with 'em since over range and water. But," he urged, "don't let that hinder you. They live with their sheep back there in the foothills like a couple of white savages, and she's some greener than alfalfa. Go and ask her. You'll get some fun out of it. I dare you!
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