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"And sometimes two big crabs will fight so hard that one pulls a claw off the other. You have caught a fine, big one, Laddie." "A dandy," agreed Laddie. "And I've got one, too!" cried Vi. "Oh, he's pulling like anything!" She really had a crab on her line. Cousin Tom netted it for her, and it turned out to be larger than Laddie's. "I think the crab fishing will be good to-day," said Daddy Bunker.
"But I've not forgot them, John, and here are six pair wrought with my own hands, and now sit still and I'll tie them round my laddie's neck." When she had given the last touch, and he was ready to go, a sudden seriousness fell upon them. "Kiss me, auntie."
"'Whar is he? wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed him on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark sic wark, neeburs but he did it weel. An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent aff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.
If it wasn't for the engine there wouldn't be any train, so I guess Laddie's riddle is all right there. A train-engine is like a boy, because it whistles. There it goes now." As he spoke the engine gave several loud, shrill blasts. "What makes it do that?" asked Violet. "What makes the engine whistle? Was it 'cause Laddie asked that riddle?"
He had on the suit Aunt Jo had found for him and almost new shoes, while an overcoat and a hat which he was to wear when he went out hung behind the cellar door. There was a small room off the kitchen in which Sam was to sleep. To the colored boy's mind he was "right good fixed." "Let me have dat mouf organ, little boy," said Sam, observing Laddie's harmonica.
We did our best to match the laddie's spirit and be worthy of him. But it was cruelly hard. We had lost him and found him again, and now he was being taken from us for the second time. It was harder, much harder, to see him go this second time than it had been at first, and it had been hard enough then, and bad enough. But there was nothing else for it. So much we knew.
Fortunately something suddenly attracted Laddie's attention and he stopped kicking the pebble and pointed down the yard in front of them. "Oh, Vi! See that cunning thing! What is it?" Something flashed across a green patch of grass away down by the road. It was red, had small, sharp-pointed ears and nose and a bushy tail. This tail waved quite importantly as the small animal ran.
And he was just on the point of starting up and saying, "Mother, you must stay with me, right here" no, the morning will do, he thought. But when the morning came she wasn't down for breakfast. And when he went to her room she wasn't there. It turned out afterwards that she had said to herself, "It doesn't suit my Laddie's plans to have me here. I don't understand why. It isn't his fault at all.
Tibbie looked after him, and shook her head, understanding from her ain laddie's pallid check, and resolute lip, nay, in the very sound of his footfall, how sore was his trial, and with one-sided compassion she muttered, "Telegrafted awa on his vera weddin' day. His Lordship'll be the death o' them baith before he's done."
But, for fear there might be a disappointment, after all, no word was sent him about Mr. Daniel Whipple's coming on. Nor was Laddie's mother, in California, told. They wanted to make sure there would be no mistake.
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