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A particular Providence, however, delivered Master Jock from this bitter jest on this occasion, inasmuch as the reverend gentleman had suddenly fallen so ill that he could not perform his duties. "The dean is here," added Palko, after communicating the sad intelligence. "Who never knows when to leave off spouting," commented Master Jock.
After all, they had found the seemingly lost bag, and really, it would have been a pity if the good Bohemian buns had been lost! Just as their breakfast was finished, the sound of a silver bell was heard from the room. Aunty ran in quickly, like a young girl. "Perhaps it is time for us to go," advised Petrik. Ondrejko looked at Palko to see what he would say.
It had never occurred to her that Palko would leave, and she could not even imagine those surroundings without him. One day he accompanied her to the cottage. She had promised him a nice song; he had come in to get it. "Palko, do you want to go away from us?" she began suddenly, and took the boy by the hand. "Verily, even next week my father is coming," he said seriously.
Dunaj did not move his eyes from Palko, who shared with him faithfully. Greedy Fido ran from one comrade to the other and even sat down in front of the doctor, and not in vain. But when he came near Palko, Dunaj growled at him, which certainly in a dog's language meant, "Are you not ashamed?" So Fido did not try it a second time.
The sun sank behind the mountains, and as if in parting kissed the valleys and the people, and especially seemed to kiss the beautiful lady who sat by the open fire in deep thought. "If you can sing so beautifully," begged Palko, "and many people went to hear you, we also would like you to do so. Sing for us, if you please." "Oh, Palko." The lady shook her head. "You wouldn't like my song.
Then he fastened his eagle eyes on the boy's face. "Palko, I am going to tell you something. God grant that you may help me in a very difficult thing." "I would love to, Uncle. Just tell me." "The master of these sheepfolds is Ondrejko's father. You know that; do you not?" "Yes, I know it." "And the beautiful lady there, is his mother." "What did you say!"
"If I have to tell somebody about it as I have wished for years, it will suit me best to tell it to you. The Lord God gave you more wisdom than me, an old man, just as Samuel the boy had more than the old priest Eli." Bacha strode over to his stump where he usually sat. Palko lay beside him on the grass. He drew the Bible near him, and laid his hand on the head of Fido who cuddled close beside.
Please sign here." The lady's knees began to tremble. She sat on the bench, signed the paper, and handed it to Aunty, then quickly she opened the telegram and read. Dark spots formed before her eyes. Unable to see, she handed the telegram to the boy. "Palko, read me that," and Palko read: "New York. I am embarking. Coming to see you. Your loving father." "Is it really so, Palko?" "It is."
"Twenty years of your age, my honoured young sir," replied Palko, without the suspicion of a smile. Squire John laughed good-naturedly at the comic rejoinder, and a few moments later a cloud of dust far away on the high-road was all that was to be seen of the carriage. Early next morning a servant arrived at Boltay's country house by the market cart, with the embroidered sofa which Mrs.
It seems to me I recognized her, but she didn't know me," sadly sighed the boy, and his eyes filled with tears. "But how could she have recognized you in those farmer's clothes? We too, Petrik and I, hardly recognized you." "Do you think so?" Ondrejko calmed down. "Palko, take me to her; she doesn't know that I am her Andreas. She doesn't know me." "She knows already. Uncle Filina was there.
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