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"Please, God, bless Papa and Mally and Gwandmamma and " "make Dick a good boy" should have come next, but his thoughts wandered. "Why don't the sun sit as well as little boys?" he asked. "Oh, Dickie, Dickie!" cried the scandalized Malvina. "You're saying your prayers, you know. Good children don't stop to ask questions when they're saying their prayers." Dickie felt rebuked.
She was sitting before the fire, for autumn was stealing on, and I was bustling about her, fixing the rug about her knees and telling her if she wanted anything she was to be sure and call her little Mally, when a timid knock came to the door and Father Dan entered the room.
"Take that! and that! and that!" she cried, again and yet again; and with each word the blows rained down faster and faster upon his face and hands. There was but one way to escape, and that was in ignominious flight. "So," cried Mally Marsh, as she turned to Jessie "this is all the heed you paid to my warning, is it?
"Here," said I, "lead me where I told you, and keep your foul mouth shut!" He did not wholly obey me, for though he no more addressed me directly, he sang at me as he went in a very impudent manner of innuendo, and with an exceedingly ill voice and ear "As Mally Lee cam doun the street, her capuchin did flee, She cuist a look ahint her to see her negligee.
He finished the little prayer quickly. Mally lifted him into bed. "It's so warm that you won't want this," she said, folding back the blanket. Then she stooped to kiss him. "Tell me a story before you go," pleaded Dickie, holding her tight. "Oh, not to-night, darling, because I shall be late to Jane's if I do." She kissed him hastily.
I've got her, thank God!" And then blinding darkness fell over me and everything was blotted out. Though I did not open my eyes I knew that I was safe and baby was safe, and all was well. Somebody it was the same beloved voice again was saying: "Mally! My Mally! My poor, long-suffering darling! My own again, God bless her!" It was he, it was Martin, my Martin.
"I'm not a goosey gander," responded Dickie. "And Papa said it wasn't proper." "Never mind," said Mally, whipping on his night-gown: "you're a darling, if you are a goosey. Now say your prayers nicely." "Yes," replied Dick, dreamily. He knelt down and began his usual prayer.
"I don't think it's nice at all to go to bed when the sun hasn't sit, and I'm not sleepy a bit, and there isn't nothing to play with," remarked Dick, plaintively. "You'll fall asleep in a minute or two, Goosey, then you won't want any thing to play with," said Mally, hurrying away. "I'm not a goosey," shouted Dick after her.
"Papa never tells me it's time when it's light like this," argued Dickie. "He doesn't ever send me to bed till seven o'clock. I'm not going till it's a great deal darker than this. So there, Mally Spence." "Oh, yes, you are, Dickie darling," replied Mally coaxingly. "The reason it's light is because the days are so long now. Dickie would be sorry to make sister lose her pleasure, wouldn't he?"
"The sun is setting now. He is not setting always." "That's an improper word. You mustn't say it." "What's an improper word?" "Papa said, when I said 'setting on the door-steps, that it wasn't proper to say that. He said I must say sitting on the door steps." "That isn't the same thing, Goosey Gander," cried Mally laughing. "The sun sets and little boys sit."
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