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"That ain't wot we're goin' for," she said simply. "Poppa's goin' to take me wher' momma is. I'm goin' to momma, an' she's ever so far away. Pop told me. Jamie's goin' to stay with him, an' I'm goin' to stay with momma, an' an' I want Jamie to come too." Tears suddenly crowded her eyes, and slowly rolled down her sunburned cheeks. Just for a moment neither man spoke.
"Well, I never! Jamie, ye'll spoil the lassie," said his mother. But Jamie heeded not. "Now, dearie, dance that little Spanish dance for me, and you can wear the gloves next Sunday." But Mercedes looked up at Mrs. Hughson sullenly; then broke away from Jamie's arms and ran upstairs. And the laugh was at poor Jamie's expense.
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?
If Jamie had come at ony time when it was licht she would hae seen 'im as sune as he turned the corner." Jess just looked, and all the women knew how she would take Jamie to her arms. We did not know of the London woman then, and Jess never knew of her. Jamie's mother never for an hour allowed that he had become anything but the loving laddie of his youth.
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.
Penn, he is a sensible child, and he remembers the treatment at Lee," answered Mrs. Beaton candidly. "We will let bygones be bygones; but a child's memory keeps things shut up in it like a book. Andrew often astonished me when he was Jamie's age. He never would forget anything, especially if you wanted anything to be forgotten."
Jamie's little face clouded and the lip began to quiver; then a sudden thought striking him, he jumped up, beaming with delight, and cried, as he ran towards the hall: "Mamma said Jack Frost couldn't find me when I had my overcoat and wed mittens on, and my wed cap." "You can't reach your coat an' you've lost your mittens," insisted Fred, with perseverance worthy a better cause. "O, yes I can.
"Made up and writ by himself." Jamie's head bowed, then he looked at his mother, flushed and eager, whose lips were already making the movements of the words he was to utter, then at the girl by his side, and, with another bow, began: "I'm just a little boy who's lame, And couldn't used to walk a step. But now I can, and I will tell How me and my fine crutches met.
In another corner was a sort of bower, made of bright-colored pieces of stuff the child had begged from the neighbors, and called by her the "Witch's Cave;" here little Mercedes loved to sit and tell the fortunes of her friends. These were mostly Jamie's horny-handed friends; the women neighbors took no part in all these doings, and gave it out loudly that the child was being spoiled.
The latter deemed it most politic to put the question on a basis of expense; but this was met by Jamie's allegation of a considerable saving in the family budget caused by old McMurtagh's decease and consequent total abstinence. Mr. James was mildly incredulous that the old drayman could have drunk enough to pay for a grand piano, and Jamie grew rusty.
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