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Down flew Milly and Olly, tumbling over one another in their hurry; but father had already thrown the door open, and who should they see stepping down the carriage-steps but Aunt Emma herself, with her soft gray hair shining under her veil, and her dear kind face as gentle and cheery as ever. "Aunt Emma!
"Is he known in these parts?" said Olly Dowden. "Hardly," said Timothy; "but I name no name....Come, keep the fire up there, youngsters." "Whatever is Christian Cantle's teeth a-chattering for?" said a boy from amid the smoke and shades on the other side of the blaze. "Be ye a-cold, Christian?" A thin jibbering voice was heard to reply, "No, not at all."
"I was quite strook to hear you'd agreed to it, ma'am, that I was," continued the besom-maker. "You were not more struck by it than I should have been last year this time, Olly. There are a good many sides to that wedding. I could not tell you all of them, even if I tried." "I felt myself that he was hardly solid-going enough to mate with your family. Keeping an inn what is it?
I send my love to Francis. Mind you don't forget us. Your loving little friend, MILLY. Olly wrote a much longer letter, that is to say, mother wrote for him, and he told her what to say, and as this was a much easier way of writing than Milly's way, he got on very fast, and Mrs. Norton had to write as quickly as she could, to keep up with him.
The children got her safe into a chair, and then Olly brought a stool to one side of her, and Milly brought a stool to the other. "Now, can you remember about old Mother Quiverquake?" said Olly, resting his little sunburnt chin on Aunt Emma's knee, and looking up to her with eager eyes.
My children are like her. Look now, Oliver," he said, as if desirous of changing the subject, "yonder is a pool in which it will be worth while to cast your hook. You will find something larger there than you have yet caught in the smaller streams. Get ready. I will find bait for you." Olly needed no urging.
"DEAR PHEBE," so ran the letter, "your favor of 9th inst. rec. You may look for Olly and myself Friday, July 15th, by the P.M. train. Olly isn't really ill, only run down. He is as horrid a little bear as ever. All are well, and started last week for Narragansett Pier. Lane and Miss , I can't think of her name, Aunt Lydia, I mean. "Sincerely yours "P.S. Olly only drinks milk."
"Ay, sur, I saw him on the shore, bringing up what seemed to me the ship's bowsprit anyhow, a spar o' some sort, about as big as he could haul along." "Just so," returned Paul, with a laugh, "a ridge-pole for our tent. He's a smart boy, little Olly." "Sure he's all that, sur, and more. Here he comes, blowin' like a porpoise."
"We will give Olly leave of absence for an hour or two daily to go and fish," said the captain; "that will keep us alive, coupled with what birds or beasts may come accidentally in front of our arrows." This plan, although proposed at first half in jest, was carried into operation next day, during the whole of which they practised shooting at a mark most diligently.
"I hurt my foot." "You know perfectly well you can't deceive me, Olly. Tell me the truth. What mischief were you at?" "I tell you I hurt my foot, and it hurt like mischief, and that's all the mischief there was. I wish it had been your foot, and I wouldn't have cried a bit." Halloway was turning aside, but Gerald appealed to him. "Is he telling the truth?" "Yes," answered Denham, dryly.
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