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Margit, whose pretty mouth was all smiles, cried, "Lieber Gott! is it not good-life?" It was not a question Swithin could undertake to answer. The band began to play a waltz. "Now they will dance. Lieber Gott! and are the lights not wonderful?" Lamps were flickering beneath the trees like a swarm of fireflies. There was a hum as from a gigantic beehive.
Also we set up a small wooden cross by each man's grave, with his name upon it. Margit was able, from our description, to plan out the right name for each. On the third day an interpreter came over from Penzance.
If we all had measles or chicken-pox, and so couldn't give the play, we'd be in luck, I verily believe." "Oh, don't, Bobby!" begged Dora Lockwood. "You are so reckless." "Just the same, I feel it in my bones that Hester is going to kick over the traces," said Bobby grimly. "If only Margit Salgo had been allowed to have the part," groaned Dorothy.
"Margit Salgo!" exclaimed Jess, who had every bit of the new play and its needs very close to her heart. "Of course!" cried Laura and the Lockwood twins. "Margit is just the one," Mother Wit added. "Oh!" said Mr. Mann at last. "You mean Margaret Carrington?" "And she walks like a queen," sighed Lily Pendleton. "I wish I could learn to walk as she does." "You know what Mrs.
"Take it from me," said Bobby gruffly, "she's just the meanest " "Margit?" cried Jess. "Gee Gee! I'm good and disgusted with her." But Bobby, for once in her life, was very circumspect during recitations that week. She felt that Gee Gee was watching for a chance to demerit her, and the girl did not intend to give the teacher occasion for doing so.
So that, a Chinese mob being the most insolent in the world, and the spirit of British seamen proverbial, these factors often find themselves in situations of great delicacy, and sometimes of more than a little danger. It happened that on the next day after our arrival a small party of us Margit and Obed, the second officer, Mr.
The sooner I tested my growing hopes, the better. I did so, the second evening, after supper. Obed had stepped out to make the round of the farm buildings and lock up. Margit had removed the white cloth, and was setting the brass candlesticks and tobacco jar on the uncovered table. "What is going to happen about Selina?" I asked, from my chair. Margit set down a candlestick.
Of course she accused the "foreign woman ": but I, it seemed, had started the quarrel this time; or, rather, it started over the preparations for my home-coming some trifling matter of cookery. Selina knew my tastes. Margit professed to know them better. Such are women.
And Boleskey, murmuring, "She must drink to our country," went out to summon her, Margit followed him, while Swithin cut up a chicken. They came back without her. She had "a megrim of the spirit." Swithin's face fell. "Look here!" he said, "I'll go and try. Don't wait for me." "Yes," answered Boleskey, sinking mournfully into a chair; "try, brother, try-by all means, try."
The boat being worthless, we sawed it in two just abaft the mast and set the fore-part over the centre grave, which was that of Captain Pedersen, the young man we had carried up with Margit. The mast rotted and fell, some years ago, although carefully stayed: but the boat, with the names painted on it, remains to this day.
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