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"I knew it," said Lodloe, unconsciously speaking aloud; "she hadn't the slightest idea of coming back. Now, then," said he, "I own a baby, and I must consider what I am to do with it. One thing is certain, I intend to keep it. I believe I can get more solid comfort and fun out of a baby than I could possibly get out of a dog or even a horse."
Cristie's mind was still filled with surprise and vexation, but she could not help laughing at Mr. Lodloe's comical contrition. "I will see her presently," she said; "but in the mean time what are you going to do? There is Mr. Petter standing in the doorway waiting for your approach, and he will ask you a lot of questions." "About the Germantown family, I suppose," said Lodloe. "Yes," said Mrs.
"Well, sir, if it's all the same to you, I prefer walking in any direction to that of Lethbury. It's a good enough place, but to-day I don't feel drawn to it." "Very good," said Lodloe; "we will walk anywhere but in the direction of Lethbury." About half an hour afterward, Mrs.
Lodloe had good reason to allow himself his smiles of satisfaction, for he had just achieved a victory over the man in the blue shirt, and a victory over a busy deck-hand on a hot day is rare enough to be valuable. As soon as he had stepped on board, he had deposited his hand-baggage in a place of safety, and walked forward to see the men run on the freight.
Petter," said she; "I want you to tell me how you came to have that little turret over the thatched roof." She had determined that she would not go indoors while Calthea Rose and Mr. Lodloe sat together on that bench. Early in the evening Miss Calthea had seen Mr.
Tippengray, I can't see where you are going to find another man properly older than you are." That evening about eleven o'clock Walter Lodloe was sitting in his room in the tower, his feet upon the sill of the large window which looked out over the valley.
The only person I am afraid of is Mrs. Cristie." "Why do you fear her?" asked Lodloe. "Well," said Lanigan, "when she was at the inn some years ago I was at my wildest, and her husband did not like me. He was in bad health, very touchy, and I suppose I gave him reason enough to consider me an extremely black sheep. Of course Mrs.
"There is a sort of stage-wagon," said the lady, "which takes people from this house to the Squirrel Inn, and it starts when the driver is ready; but before I leave Romney I must try to find some one who will go with me as nurse-maid." "Madam," said Lodloe, "don't think of it.
Petter had the most to say," answered Lodloe. "I'm glad to hear they're alive," interpolated the other. "And Mrs. Cristie, who knew you when her husband was alive." "Dead, is he?" said Beam. "Very sorry to hear that. A mighty pretty woman is Mrs. Cristie." "Miss Calthea Rose was not present," continued Lodloe, "but her opinions were quoted very freely by the others, and sometimes combated."
I merely supposed that in a little town like that there were girls to be hired. I don't intend to remain in Romney, to be sure, but I thought it would be much safer to engage a girl there than to trust to getting one in the country place to which I am going." "And you thought out all that, and about my baby?" said Mrs. Cristie. "Yes, I did," said Lodloe, laughing.
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