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Updated: May 17, 2025
A list of Praise-God Barebone's Parliament I think, or of old Noll's evangelical army that last fellow should understand his wheelings, to judge by his name. But what does all this mean, my girl?" "It was the other paper, sir," said Jeanie, somewhat abashed at the mistake.
Trafford evinced no surprise, much to Noll's wonder, and merely asked, "Where do you find the time?" "After recitations," replied the nephew; and that was all that was said about the matter. Trafford went out and sat down on the little wharf, and Noll lingered in the doorway of his schoolroom, thinking that he had never seen Uncle Richard act more strangely.
If, at the end of four weeks, you conclude to stay, then we will talk about study. Till then, you will wait." Noll's blue eyes said, as plainly as eyes could, "Don't mention that month again, Uncle Richard!" but his tongue was silent, and he acquiesced in this decision by a nod of his head. "You can fill up the time," continued his uncle, "as you like.
He looked no more abashed than if King James were his uncle and the prince one of his customary playfellows. This was little Noll himself. "Here, please your Majesty, is my nephew," said Sir Oliver, somewhat ashamed of Noll's appearance and demeanor. "Oliver, make your obeisance to the king's majesty."
Snape began to grin, seeing how Noll's face fell, and how all his joy and eagerness had suddenly vanished, and stepping along to the hatchway, made certain mysterious signs and beckonings to something or some one, there.
The rough fisherman looked upon reading and writing as some of the wonderful and mysterious arts to which dull and humble people like himself had no right. He looked blank and mystified at Noll's proposition, and expressed himself thus: "I don' know, I don' know, lad, we but poor folk anyway.
And you must bring me a great packet of letters to last till the 'Gull' commences her trips again." "Ay, lad," said the skipper, his eyes twinkling. "What be these?" drawing a parcel from under his pea-jacket. Noll's eager "Letters! and for me?" tickled the old sailor wonderfully.
The month was drawing near its close, and in spite of himself, he could not regard the approaching day on which Noll's decision was to be made without some forebodings. Yet, lest the boy should be influenced by perceiving that his uncle wished his presence, Trafford was gloomier and more forbidding than ever, those last days.
"De Lord's about," said she, drawing her old woollen shawl close around her; "de Lord's on de sea, an' 'pears like nobody need be feared when he holds it in his hand like as I holds dis yer silber ob Mas'r Noll's dat he lost under de rug in de dinin'-room," looking down at the shining coin which she had picked up that morning, and wondering where the boy was at that moment.
"Ay, ay," said Ben, "get along with you!" and over the side went the boys, and, after a little delay, off went the "Gull" with Noll's precious savings on board. "Wait," said Noll, as they left the wharf, "there's Dirk Sharp out there with his boat, ready to put off. Wait here, Ned, till I've spoken with him." And Noll ran off across the sand.
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