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The moment she vanished Thomas's blue bonnet was thrown into a corner, and with folded hands and bent head he prayed a silent prayer over his homely meal. By this time Alec and Curly, having received sufficient instruction from George Macwha, were in full swing with their boat-building.
Alec was a fair hand at all sorts of tool-work; and being on the friendliest terms with Macwha, it was soon arranged that the keel should be laid in the end of the workshop, and that, under George's directions, and what help Willie chose to render, Alec should build his boat himself. Just as they concluded these preliminaries, in came Willie, wiping some traces of blood from his nose.
The maiden daughter of the late schoolmaster gave a shriek, and went into a small fit; after which an awful, quite sepulchral silence reigned for a few moments, broken only by those quivering sobs from Truffey, whom his grandfather was feebly and ineffectually shaking. At length the precentor, George Macwha, who had for some time been turning over the leaves of his psalm-book, came to the rescue.
And there were Alec and Willie working away before her eyes, doing their best to fulfil the promise of its looks. A little quiet chat she had with George Macwha, in which he poured forth the praises of her boy, did not a little, as well, to reconcile her to his desertion of her.
He would run over in the evening before George should have dropped work, and commit the plan to his judgment. In the evening, then, Alec reached the town, on his way to George Macwha. It was a still lovely night, clear and frosty, with yes, there were millions of stars overhead. Away in the north, the streamers were shooting hither and thither, with marvellous evanescence and re-generation.
It was an evil moment however in which to carry a high chin to Willie Macwha, who was out of temper with the whole world except Annie Anderson. He strode up to the colliginer. "I said it was a fine day," he repeated. "Well, I said nothing to the contrary," answered Bruce, putting on his English.
"Weel, but," rejoined Macwha, anxious to turn the current of the conversation, which he found unpleasantly personal, "jist tell me honestly, Thamas Crann, do ye believe, wi' a' yer heart an' sowl, that the deid man Gude be wi' him! "No prayin' for the deid i' my hearin', George! As the tree falleth, so it shall lie." "Weel! weel! I didna mean onything." "That I verily believe. Ye seldom do!"
That would be better even than scudding along it on his skates. His next thought was at once an idea and a resolve. Why should he not build a boat? He would build a boat. He would set about it directly. Here was work for the rest of the winter! His first step must be to go home and have his dinner; his next to consult George Macwha, who had been a ship-carpenter in his youth.
To the boat and her they must return. She went to the shop still, now and then, to see George Macwha, who, of an age beyond the seduction of ice and skates, kept on steadily at his work. To him she would repeat a ballad or two, at his request, and then go home to increase her stock.
My laddie's nane the waur for't noo; and I hope ye will mak a man o' him some day, as ye say." "He translated a passage of Virgil to-day in a manner that surprised me." "Did he though? He's not a dunce, I know; and if it weren't for that stupid boat he and William Macwha are building, he might be made a scholar of, I shouldn't wonder.
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