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But Pollyanna, as in Sadie Dean's case, would have none of this; and she began to talk of Jamie, and of what HE had done. "Jamie's a dear," Mrs. Carew answered affectionately. "And I love him like an own son. He couldn't be dearer to me if he were really my sister's boy." "Then you don't think he is?" "I don't know. We've never learned anything conclusive. Sometimes I'm sure he is.
They called Mercedes "old Jamie's foreign mail." The sight of her handwriting at any time would make his heart beat. Harley Bowdoin had by this time been taken into the counting-room. Often, by the ancient custom, he would call Harleston "Mr. James," Mr. James Bowdoin having no sons. Mr. James himself spoke of this intimacy once to his father.
His head and face had been cut in several places and his face and clothes were red. They brought him home. A crowd followed and filled Pogue's entry, a crowd that was about equally divided in sentiment against Hughie and against the toughs. I borrowed a can of water from Mrs. McGrath and another from the Gainers and Anna washed old Hughie's wounds in Jamie's tub. It was a great operation.
It wor Jamie's first week o hewin he'd been a loader this three year, an taken a turn at the hewin now an again an five weeks sen John Burgess he wor butty for Mr. Morrison, yer know, in the Owd Pit took him on, an the lad wor arnin six an sixpence a day. An he wor that pleased yo cud see it shinin out ov im. And it wor on the Tuesday as he went on the afternoon shift.
"And Jamie's eyes are like his," interrupted Elsie. "Yes; that's true. The boy was more like his uncle than his father. I only saw Mr. James Waring once or twice, and I always distrusted him. Well, as I was saying, Harold Waring's face was beautiful with hope and happiness. 'We shall have a home, Mrs. Beaton, he said; 'we shall have a home!" "That hope was never realised!" sighed Elsie. Mrs.
'Here am I, soliloquized the Rambler, with a leg upon each side of the grate, 'an Englishman, sitting by a coal fire. 'Jamie's aff the hooks noo; said the old laird, as they drew near Auchinleck, 'he's bringing doon an auld dominie. Boswell begged of his companion to avoid three topics of discourse on which he knew his father had fixed opinions Whiggism, Presbyterianism, and Sir John Pringle.
During Jamie's vain regret, the castle trap, bearing the marks of a wild passage in the snow-covered wheels, a broken shaft tied with rope, a twisted lamp, and the panting horses, pulled up between two rows of farmers, and Drumsheugh received his lordship with evident emotion. "Ma lord ... we never thocht o' this ... an' sic a road." "How are you, Drumsheugh? and how are you all this wintry day?
In spite of Jamie's whimpering, he went to the cupboard and produced a tin of molasses. This he carefully opened in full view of Vada's questioning eyes. Jamie had also become silent, watching him intently. He dug his finger into the sticky contents and drew it out. Then he licked his finger with tremendous enjoyment. "Bully," he muttered, apparently ignoring the children.
A clamour of "Fecht! fecht!" arose, and some of them applauded me, calling me a "swankie," which I believe is a compliment. A certain sense of fairness is often to be found where least expected. They capsized the fat, protesting browsterwife over her own stool, and were pulling Jamie's coat from his back, when I began to suspect that a fight was not to the sniveller's liking.
This is Jamie's first picnic, and he will look back on it in years to come as a joy for ever. Rushbrook is certainly a charming place." "Could you be content to live in Rushbrook?" Ryan suddenly asked. "Always? I don't know." "Try and see if you get tired of it, Miss Kilner." "I am not tired of it yet," she said hurriedly, half afraid that he would go too far.
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