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She was not without a healthy young woman's relish for this sort of admiration; but Shade Buckheath's proposal came with so little grace, in such almost sinister form, that she scarcely recognized it. "Yes, if we're going to wed," reiterated Buckheath sullenly. "I'm willin' to have you." Johnnie's tense, almost tragic manner relaxed. She laughed suddenly.
Going on? Johnnie's look darted from one to the other. Had Cis been staying away from the factory? Had she been taking some of her earnings to see a moving-picture? or "I don't have to tell you!" Cis declared. "I'm the man that feeds y'!" Barber reminded. "Jus' remember that!" "You've taken my earnings," she returned. "You've taken every cent I've ever got for my work! And don't you forget that!"
Even in the worst of Johnnie's panics at night would come smiles, as he told how papa would not let him be forced to pat the dreadful dog, and had carried him in his arms through the herd of cattle, though it did tire him, for, after putting him down, he had to lean on the gate and pant.
Josiah demanded in a tense, low voice. Johnnie hesitated, and almost stopped sawing. Josiah made signs for him to keep it up. "Go to sea," Johnnie answered. "Along with my father." Josiah felt himself trembling. "Would you?" he asked eagerly. "Would I!" The look of joy on Johnnie's face decided everything. "Come here, then. Listen. I'm your father. I'm Josiah Childs.
Each of those legs was almost as big as Johnnie's skimped little body. And they turned up at the bottom in great broganned feet that Barber was fond of using as instruments of punishment. More than once Johnnie had felt those feet.
"Well, do y' know Aladdin? or Long John Silver? or or Jim Hawkins? or Uncas? or King Arthur?" The last name proved to be an error in selection. Instantly the half-dozen boys about Johnnie set up a derisive shout: "He knows a King! Aw, kids! He knows a King! Whee!" A faint smile, betokening pity, curved Johnnie's lips. Oh, but they were ignorant! and had no stylish friends!
He seem'd as though he'd shake it off by a jerk on his elbow, but she said quite low, 'For poor little Johnnie's sake, Richard. He did not move or speak again, and after looking in his face for a minute, she turned away, swallowing deep in her throat. She kissed th' sleeping babby as she passed, when I paid her.
But I don't want to fall in." "We'll go down to my father's lumber yard, and if we fall in, near the edge, we can yell and some of the men will pull us out. Come on!" Mrs. Bobbsey said Freddie might go, if he would be sure to be careful. He was often allowed to visit his father's lumber yard, for it was known he would be safe there. And Johnnie's mother said he might go also.
"Are you the new girl?" inquired a voice at Johnnie's shoulder. They turned to find a squat, middle-aged man regarding them dubiously. "Yes," answered Johnnie, rising. "I've been waiting quite a while." "Well, come this way," directed the man and, turning, led her away.
Alvord's table, pouring tea for him, chattering meanwhile with a child's freedom, and the hermit was looking at her with such a smile on his haggard face as Leonard had never seen there. He walked quietly home, deferring his call till the morrow, feeling that Johnnie's spell must not be broken. An hour later Mr.
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