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The old man's joy instantly vanished, and Letta stood pale and trembling before him, pressing her little hands to her breast, and not daring, apparently, to ask another question. "Not dead?" she said at length in a low whisper.
It was His Spirit who taught you to love mamma as you do, so you are sure to meet her there with Him." "Nobody taught me to love mamma," returned the child quietly; "I couldn't help it." "True, little one, but it was God who made you to `couldn't help it." Letta was puzzled by this reply.
That evening Robin tried to console poor Letta in her disappointment at not finding her mother, and Sam sought to comfort Stumps for the loss of his treasure. Neither comforter was very successful. Letta wept in spite of Robin, and Stumps absolutely refused to be comforted! Next day, however, the tears were dried, and Letta became cheery again in the prospect of a visit to the Great Eastern.
"It's well the sharks weren't on the outlook," said Frank Hedley, as he brought forward a small bench for Letta, Sam, and Jim Slagg. "You won't mind the oily smell, my dear," he said to Letta. "O no. I rather like it," replied the accommodating child. "It's said to be fattening," remarked Slagg, "even when taken through the nose."
"You see," said Sam Shipton, as Letta led them down the rugged mountain-side, "we may as well make ourselves comfortable while we remain here, and I'm inclined to think that a hut, however rough, down in one of these charming valleys, will be more agreeable than the gloomy cavern on the mountain-top."
Then, as to our companionship, what female society could be more agreeable than that of my wife Madge, and her bosom friend Letta, who, since she has grown up, has become one of the most beautiful, fascinating, charming, but why go on, when, in the language of the poet, `adequate words is wantin'! And Letta's mother is second only to herself.
His fall was broken by several leafy trees, through which he went like an avalanche; and a thick solid bush receiving him at the foot, checked his descent entirely, and slid him quietly off its boughs on to the grass, where he lay, stunned, indeed, but otherwise uninjured. Poor Letta of course was horrified, on reaching the spot, to find that Robin could not speak, and was to all appearance dead.
I letta dissa missiolary man ca'y me jusso far he can. So missiolary man stag' long tem 'long load, an' kep' sweat, sweat semma lika glass ice-wadder; an' Chan Tow kep' gloan semma like ole barn daw." "Chan Tow kept groaning like an old barn door, and the missionary man kept perspiring like a glass of ice-water?" "Oh, no! Missiolary man sweat.
Take my advice, put an end to your doubts, and make sure of your ground by taking heart and proposing to Letta." "I dare not, Sam. It is all very well for a fine manly fellow like you to give such advice, but I am such a poor, miserable sort of " "Hallo, fasser!" cried a merry voice at that moment, "how red de sun am!"
"Ha! ha!" laughed the weird old creature who ushered the astonished youths into this strange banqueting hall, "the rubberts rubbers you calls dem?" "Robbers, she means; that's the naughty men," explained Letta, who seemed to enjoy the old woman's blunders in the English tongue. "Yis, dats so roberts an' pyrits ha! ha! dems feed here dis mornin'. You feed dis afternoons. Me keeps house for dem.
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