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"So it has," said Bob, becoming excited; "their letter must have been delayed, and they must have come by the same steamer that brought it; why, they'll be here immediately!" "Perhaps to-night!" exclaimed Mrs Merryboy. "Oh! how nice!" murmured Martha, her great brown eyes glittering with joy at the near prospect of seeing that Hetty about whom she had heard so much.
Mr Merryboy thinks that Canada can produce splendid men of its own without importing them from England, and Mrs Merryboy holds that the same may be said in regard to the women of Canada, and old granny, who is still alive, with a face like a shrivelled-up potato, blinks with undimmed eyes, and nods her snow-white head, and beams her brightest smile in thorough approval of these sentiments.
On the road beyond stood a wagon with a couple of spanking bays in it. On the platform stood a broad-shouldered, deep-chested, short-legged farmer with a face like the sun, and a wide-awake on the back of his bald head. "Mr Merryboy, I presume?" said the Guardian, descending from the car. "The same. Glad to see you. Are these my boys?"
He wants, as he says, to establish a colony of like-minded people, and so you may be sure that all who have fixed to go with him are followers of the Lord Jesus and not ashamed to say so. As I had already taken our passages in the Amazon steamer " "The Amazon!" interrupted Mr Merryboy, with a shout, "why, that steamer has arrived already!"
Mrs Merryboy was a vigorous, hearty, able-bodied lady, who loved work very much for the mere exercise it afforded her; who, like her husband, was constitutionally kind, and whose mind was of that serious type which takes concern with the souls of the people with whom it has to do as well as with their bodies.
"I knew you'd agree with me ha! ha! you always do, mother," cried the farmer, flinging his handkerchief at a small kitten which was sporting on the floor and went into fits of delight at the attention. After dinner the young men were about to return to their saw-mill when Mr Merryboy called them back.
Sit beside me, little one." The hurricane suddenly fell to a gentle breeze, while part of a chapter of the Bible and a short prayer were read. Then it burst forth again with redoubled fury, checked only now and then by the unavoidable stuffing of the vent-hole. "You've slept well, dears, I hope?" said Mrs Merryboy, helping each of our waifs to a splendid fried fish.
They did not even venture to look back until they reached the pool pointed out, and when they did look back Mr Merryboy had disappeared. "Vell, I say," began Bobby, but Tim interrupted him with, "Now, Bob, you must git off that 'abit you've got o' puttin' v's for double-u's.
"But suspense is apt to spoil appetite, father, isn't it?" said Tim, who, well accustomed to the old farmer's eccentricities, did not believe much in the news he professed to have in keeping. "Well, then, you must just lose your appetites, for I won't tell you," said Mr Merryboy firmly.
One of the most curious consequences of the new connection was the powerful affection that sprang up between Bobby Frog and Mrs Merryboy, senior. It seemed as if that jovial old lady and our London waif had fallen in love with each other at first sight.
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