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In the end Mary McAdam, with a manly following of stern upholders of individual rights and the opportunity for mutual good fellowship, retired to the bar of the White Fish and, waited upon by Mary herself and her two exemplary sons, made merry far into the evening.
I'm thinking the Big Bay may be a trifle rough, but the boat's a staunch one. Jerry-Jo's expecting me; but he'll understand." "I am sure he will be glad to see you, sir." Priscilla learned to play the sad game. The children taught her and loved her, and all the quiet village kept her secret. Mary McAdam claimed her, but Priscilla clung to the two men who meant the only comfort she could know.
So on a certain morning Farwell turned the key in his lock and quite naturally set forth with a sense of exaltation and freedom he had imagined he would never feel again. Followed by his dogs, he went to his boat, which happened just then to be tied at the ricketty dock of the White Fish. "It's off for a tramp you are, maybe?" asked Mrs. McAdam from her doorway. "God keep you, Mr.
He would, as far as in him lay, ignore the menacing thing that hovered near, and play the part of a man while he might. "I'm ready to go with you, Mrs. McAdam," he said, turning for his hat, "and as we go tell me what you are about to do." It was no easy telling.
It's quiet enough now, but it ain't going to last forever, and I couldn't rest with three flighty lads in a boat with a sail and an engine." Mrs. McAdam always expected to be obeyed.
McAdam of the White Fish Lodge; "and there is this to say about the child being a girl: the lure of the States can't touch her, and Nathaniel may have some one to turn to for care and what not when infirmity overtakes him. Besides, the lass may be destined for the doing of big things; those witchy brats often are."
Mary McAdam with strained eyes and rigid lips waited at the wharf as each party returned, and when at last hope died in her poor heart, she set about the doing of two things that she felt must be done.
Mary McAdam gazed petrified at Bounder, who had followed her to the Green. "Why don't yer yelp?" she muttered, giving the dog a kick. But Bounder blinked indifferently as the coming boat drew near and nearer. Every boy, woman, and child, with the old men and lazy young ones, were at the wharf when the launch emerged from the darkness.
To this outrageous sentiment the listeners replied merely by two audible gulps of tea, and then Mary Terhune found grace to remark: "You certainly do talk most wonderful things, Mary McAdam. You be an ornament to your sex, but only such women as you can grip them audacious ideas. Let them be sowed broadcast and " "Where would me, and such as me, be?" Long Jean muttered, defending her profession.
McAdam, accompanied by Farwell, passed over the Green toward the Lodge, the idlers and loiterers followed after at a respectful distance. Mary was the centre of attraction just then, and Farwell always commanded attention, used as the people were to him. "Come on! come on!" called Mary without turning her head. "Bring others and behold the sight of your lives.
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