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There was a small window at his back, and he twisted himself round, and nodded to his mother and grandmother inside the van. He could not hear what they answered, for the sailor-boys were singing at the top of their voices: "I will sing you One, O! What is your One, O? Number One sits all alone, and ever more shall be-e so." "They're home 'pon leave," said Joby.
"Well, I'll tell you what folks say of it:" 'All sea and san's, Out of the world and into St. Ann's. "That's what they say, and if I'm wrong you may call me a liar." "And Squire Moyle?" Taffy persevered. "What kind of man is he?" Joby turned and eyed him severely. "Look here, sonny. I got my living to get." This silenced Taffy for a long while, but he picked up his courage again by degrees.
"But why is he painted like that?" he asked Joby, as they took up their song again. "Ah, you'll larn over to St. Ann's, being one to notice things." The nearer he came to it, the more mysterious this new home of Taffy's seemed to grow. By-and-by Humility let down the window and handed out a pasty. Joby searched under his seat and found a pasty, twice the size of Taffy's, in a nose-bag.
Then the woman who had lent the breakfast-ware came running to say that Joby was getting impatient. Humility handed the door-key to her, and so the little procession passed out and down across Mount Folly. Joby had drawn his van up close to the granite steps. They were the only passengers, it seemed.
He wanted to ask if the shape were at all common, but felt shy. He stole a glance at the silver ring in Joby's left ear, and blushed when Joby turned and caught him. "Here, catch hold!" said Joby handing him the whip. "Only you mustn't use it too fierce." "Thank you." "I suppose you'll be a scholar, like your father? Can ee spell?" "Yes." "Cipher?" "Yes." "That's more than I can.
Milord's circumspection was highly approved by my lady. "But poor Toby, now that his precise position in insular zoology had been called in question, found himself hopelessly out of place. At that time Godefroid had blossomed out at the French Embassy in London, where he learned the adventures of Toby, Joby, Paddy.
People called it the Wreck Ashore; but its real name, "Vital Spark, J. Job, Proprietor," was painted on its orange-coloured sides in letters of vivid blue, a blue not often seen except on ship's boats. It disappeared every Tuesday and Saturday over the hill and into a mysterious country, from which it emerged on Mondays and Fridays with a fine flavour of the sea renewed upon it and upon Joby.
It was Godefroid's wont to stay in a drawing-room for a bare ten minutes; he talked without any pretension to the women in it, and at these times they thought him very clever. In short, judge of his absorption; Joby, his horses and carriages, became secondary interests in his life.
Joby paused, drew the back of a hand across his laughter-moistened eyes, and pulled himself together, steadying his voice for the story. "I'll tell 'ee what happened, from the beginnin'. A gang of us had been sent down, two days before, to Treba meadow, to repair the culvert there.
Also, that a personage, dimly described as "a hold chap, a sort of one-eyed tramp, answering to the name of Joby, unless you challenged him as Greenwood, and then he said, 'Why not? and even if so, mind your own business," had encountered the hooded woman, a matter of five or six times.
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