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The old man never looked inside, or asked what the book was about, but, turning it round and round with his fingers in gratified admiration, exclaimed "Come, is that really our Jamie's doin' now? weel, I never thought the cratur wad hae had the handicraft to do the like!" The feeling by which this worthy man was influenced was a mere sensible practical respect for good workmanship.
Carew knew would be Jamie's last visit, her heart triumphed, and once more she asked Jamie to come and be to her the Jamie that was lost. What she said she never could remember afterwards; but what the boy said, she never forgot. After all, it was compassed in six short words.
I'll say again what I said before, you will be in a fever of first love, and not to be reasoned with, if you don't take care of yourself." The girl flushed hotly, came into the house, and began to re-arrange the teacups with a nervous haste; for she heard Jamie's steps on the rocky road, and his voice, clear as a blackbird's, whistling gayly "In the Bay of Biscay O!"
James, "you, who have read Hume until you've half convinced us all to be free-thinkers, you'd have your daughter as well educated as yourself?" "Hersel'," said Jamie, meaning himself, "hersel' may go to ta deevil if he wull; ta little lassie sall be a lady." And Mr. James Bowdoin looked in Jamie's eye, and held his peace.
His wife is greetin' like tull die." "A good lod, Jamie," he commented, "but a stiff one ot carryun' on. I mind me when we was mates together un the Abion. An' so Jamie's gone." Again a pause fell, to be broken by the wife. "An' ye will no a-heard o' the Bankshire? MacDougall lost her in Magellan Straits. 'Twas only yesterday ut was in the paper." "A cruel place, them Magellan Straits," he said.
Clair's bravado collapsed before Jamie's directness. "Made what good?" he blustered. "The two hundred dollars ye took," said Jamie. "Two hundred dollars? I took? Old man, you're crazy." "I tell ye I ha' made it guid," said Jamie. "Made it good? I could do that myself, if if" "Perhaps ye'll be having the money about ye now?" said Jamie. "Can ye give it me?" St. Clair abandoned pretense.
Captain Willoughby had no thought of the missile he was looking for the smoke in the skirts of the woods, to note the spot; while Joyce, with folded arms, stood at rest on the ridge, actually examining the valley in another direction, certain that a fire so distant could not be very dangerous. Jamie's calculation proved a good one.
There'd be a lot of QUIET things we'd want to do, too read and talk, you know." Jamie's eyes darkened. His face grew a little white. His lips parted, but before any words came, Sadie Dean was speaking. "Oh, but on camping trips and picnics, you know, we EXPECT to do outdoor stunts," she interposed feverishly; "and I'm sure we WANT to.
Carew, visibly shuddering as her gaze swept the filth, the sordidness, and the ragged children that swarmed shrieking and chattering out of the dismal tenements, and surrounded the car in a second. Jerry waved his arms angrily. "Here, you, beat it!" he yelled to the motley throng. "This ain't no free movies! CAN that racket and get a move on ye. Lively, now! We gotta get by. Jamie's got comp'ny."
He was on the point of crossing the dike, to visit the little landing-place where he kept his boat, when above the rush and whistle of the gale he heard Jamie's voice. He hurried back a few paces before he could make out what the little fellow was saying. "Pap," cried the child, "I want to get out of the wagon. 'Fraid Bill goin' to run away!" "Oh, nonsense!" answered Captain Joe.
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