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Mathieson to see that she could not eat. So he laid her on the bed, when he was going to his work, and told her she was to stay there and be still, and he would bring her something good when he came home. The day was strangely long and quiet to Nettie.
Barry stood back, playing ball by himself by throwing it up and catching it again. The talk stopped at Nettie's entrance. She threw off her bonnet and began to set the table, hoping that would bring peace. "Your father don't want any dinner," said Mrs. Mathieson. "Yes I do!" thundered her husband; "but I tell you I'll take anything now; so leave your cooking till supper when Lumber will be here.
She and Nettie did their very best to make the little that was given them go a good way; they wasted not a crumb nor a penny, and did not spend on themselves what they really wanted; that they might not have the fearful storm of anger which was sure to come if the dinner was not plentiful and the supper did not please the taste of Mr. Mathieson and his lodger.
Inglis were at home carrying the New Testament through the press in the language of Aneityum, and as Tanna was closed for a season Dr. Geddie, the Rev. Joseph Copeland, and Mr. Mathieson all urged me to go to Australia by a vessel then in the Harbor and leaving in a few days.
Gable was described as a cunning scoundrel whose affectations of almost imbecile simplicity might easily have deceived intelligences less keen than those at the service of the Mercury, and neither Messrs. Billson and Hogan nor Master Mathieson hinted that their assailants were anything less than grown men of the largest size and most ferocious type.
He pitched the end of his cigarette from him, turning his head to watch it roll to safety in the middle of the bare floor. "I'll go after a job in the morning," he said half aloud to the emptiness of the mean chamber, and turned to sleep upon the resolution. It was nearing noon of the next day when, following the trail of that redeeming job, he went towards the Mathieson yards.
If she was there for anything, he said to himself, it was for some spoil-sport; and one pail of water a day was enough for him. Mr. Mathieson was looking the other way. "I say, Mathieson," called one of the men from the inside of the frame, "I s'pose 'taint worth carrying any of this stuff Jackson'll have enough without it?"
"God knows everything, Nettie." "Yes, mother; but then Jesus felt it. 'He took our infirmities. And oh, mother, don't you love that tenth verse? and the thirteenth and fourteenth?" Mrs. Mathieson looked at it, silently; then she said, "I don't rightly understand it, Nettie. I suppose I ought to do so, but I don't." "Why, mother! I understand it.
Sometimes Mrs. Mathieson could not be persuaded; sometimes she would yield, in a despondent kind of way, and sit down with her Testament and look at it as if neither there nor anywhere else in the universe could she find rest or comfort any more. "It don't signify, child," she said, one afternoon when Nettie had been urging her to sit down and read. "I haven't the heart to do anything.
But both Nettie and she had a great deal, as Mrs. Mathieson said, "to put up with." As weeks went on, the father of the family was more and more out at nights, and less and less agreeable when he was at home.
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