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"Why didn't I see it?" "Ye was lookin' astern, an' th' vissil barely turned the bow of th' dock an' her boom kissed us all th' way down. I yilled at ye, so did Dashalong an' th' silent man. Thin I got so interested in l'arnin' he could say a worrd, I quit lookin' at you complately." "I couldn't hear for the gulls I'll be all right in a minute."
She do be of a designin' turn o' mind," he proceeded, "which is accordin' t' the nature o' women, puttin' no blame on her, an' she's not a wonderful lot for looks an' temper; but," impressively lifting his hand, voice and manner awed, "she've l'arnin', which is ek'al t' looks, if not t' temper.
"But I isn't rid o' she, Davy," he groaned, "an' that's what's troublin' the twins an' me. I isn't rid o' she, for I've heared tell she've some l'arnin' an' can write a letter." "Write!" cried I. "She won't write." "Ah, Davy," sighed the skipper, his head falling over his breast, "you've no knowledge o' women. They never gives in, lad, that they're beat. They never knows they're beat.
"I isn't denyin'," Tom Tot repeated, gravely, "that I'm fair on writin'. Fair, mark you! No more." "Ay," said the skipper, "but I'm wantin' you t' know that this here letter was writ by a woman with a wonderful sight o' l'arnin'. I'll warrant you can read it. O' course," in a large, conclusive way, "an you can't " "Skipper Tommy," Tom interrupted, quickly, "I isn't sayin' I can't."
"See here, honey, whose been l'arnin' you all dem nonsense?" "I learn from Mr. Douglas. I remember all the things he tells me, and at night I write them down and say them over. Do you see this, Mandy?" She took a small red book from her belt and put it into Mandy's black chubby fists. "I see some writin', if dat's what you mean," Mandy answered, helplessly.
"Dere is a way, Evans, as you and I know py experience," resumed the Colonel, winking again at my father, "to go rount the Hudson altoget'er. To pe sure, it is a long way, and a pit in the woots; but petter to untertake dat, than to haf the poy lose his l'arnin'. Ter journey might be made in two mont's, and he none the wuss for ter exercise.
He's smart, an' he's got a right ter l'arnin'! He hain't like us folks; he's a " She paused, and groped for the word that Lescott had added to her vocabulary, which she had half-forgotten. "He's a genius!"
But Casey, fearful of Mr. Quilty's descriptive powers, saw fit to interrupt. "Hello! What's all the row? That you, Corney?" "Yer owner has saved yer life," Mr. Quilty informed Feng. "Sure ut's me, Casey. I'm after l'arnin' this Oriental curse iv the wurruld how to talk to his betters." He mounted the steps, peering suspiciously at the occupants of the veranda. "Who's these?" he demanded.
"Well," said le Bourdon, simply, "what a thing is 'l'arnin'! Now, this is all news to me, though I have heard of 'scape-goats, and TALKED of 'scape-goats' a thousand times! There's a meanin' to everything, I find; and I do not look upon this idea of the lost tribes as half as strange as I did before I l'arnt this!"
I was about to interrupt, but Polly Ann's next remark arrested me. "Tom," said she, "he oughter be eddicated." "Eddicated!" exclaimed Tom, with a kind of dismay. "Yes, eddicated," she repeated. "He ain't like you and me. He's different. He oughter be a lawyer, or somethin'." Tom reflected. "Ay," he answered, "the Colonel says that same thing. He oughter be sent over the mountain to git l'arnin'."
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