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"Woof!" said Jeffy. Which Tom took to be a promise that his rescuer would do better next time. The little party has not been off again since, but the other night some pieces of newspaper were thrown into the fire place and all but one of them were burned. Righty held this one under his claw and Tom, while trying to get a word out of his friend, caught sight of it.
"It was dark, and I did not see him. I'll pay for the pitcher." "Will you, honey?" said the old woman, mollifying instantly. "Well den, 'spose you couldn't help it. Get up, Jeffy." "Can you tell me whether Mrs. lives on any of the floors of this house?" asked Crawford. "Nebber mind dat, till you gib me de money!" answered the old woman, not to be diverted by any side-issues.
But all she said, as Jeff, exhausted by his effort at oratory, dropped upon the grass beside her, was in his ear: "If anybody deserves a toast, Jeffy boy, I think it's you. You've eaten so many slices of mine burnt to a cinder and never winced! If that isn't heroism, what is?" "Here's another, Charlotte!"
As thus we were sitting in the silence of the heart that needs no language, little Jeffy, my ebony-beauty boy, darted his black head in, and reposing it for one instant against the scarcely lighter-hued mahogany of the door, jingled out, in shells of sound, "He's mighty fur'ous. It's real fun. I guess you'd better come right up, Dr. Percival;" and the ebon head darted off, without one word for me.
"Three days ago, Miss Anna, I hope he'll stay forever and ever;" and Jeffy darted off at a mellifluous sound that dropped down from above. "There! he has thrown the poker at the mirror again, I do believe," said another voice in the hall, and I recognized the housekeeper. Staid Mrs. Ordilinier came in to greet me, with the uniform greeting of her lifetime.
"An' I has observed him present yere the last two-three nights. But I ain't aimin' to ax no favors frum him." "You ain't needin' to," said Cump. "I'll 'tend to that myse'f. Besides, Purfessor, you is sizin' up Jeffy Poindexter wrong. He's went an' 'sperienced a change of heart in his feelin's tow'ds whut's goin' on yere.
Russy sat up in bed and stiffened himself for self-defence. "I had to! When Jeffy Vandervoort said that about Her, well, I guess you'd have had to if they said things about your mother " "I never had one. The Lies have a Father, that's all. Go ahead." "There isn't anything else, I just had to." "Tell what you said and what he said. Go ahead." "You know all about " "Go ahead!"
Well I don't mean any disrespect to the lady from Virginia, Andy, but I'm afraid mother'll have to make an exception to that rule, or else remain for the night." The three laughed softly, Charlotte's hand on her brother's shoulder, as she stood on the step above him. "You mustn't say any saucy things, Jeffy," said she, with a soft touch on his thick locks. "I won't.
Jeffy reported the "hospital man" as "behaving just like other people." Jeffy evidently regretted, with all the intensity of his Ethiopian nature, the subsiding of the delirium. Not long after our arrival home, father went, with Mr. Axtell, into his own room, where, with closed doors, the two remained through half the morning.
"Now, Jeffy, get the crib down, please, as softly as you can," begged Charlotte, when she had laid the baby on her own white bed and noiselessly closed the door. Jeff tried hard to do her bidding, but the crib did not get down-stairs without a few scrapings and bumpings, which made Charlotte hold her breath lest they rouse a sleeping household.
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