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Updated: June 2, 2025
any stranger hearing and seeing might have understood why it was that their crews were ready to follow these men to death. "The like of you, Tom O'Donnell, never sailed the sea," said Patsie Oddie when they had got the last ro-o-ar "even the young ladies come in off the street to hear you better."
To the south a prairie chicken drummed, and a cow called to her calf, whose reply came from a point still farther in the distance. At the sound of the cow's lowing Elizabeth Farnshaw peered delightedly through mists. "I knew it couldn't be much farther, Patsie," she said, leaning forward and patting the neck of the dripping horse.
Elizabeth urged her to the fastest possible walking speed in spite of her lameness. To trot or gallop was impossible, and the young horse slipped now and then in a manner which would have unseated a less skilful rider. The sodden Kansas road was aflood with this spring rain. Patsie laboured heavily and Elizabeth gave herself up to her cogitations again.
Instead of going around the road he drove across the field to the fence between the two places, and, tying Patsie, walked through the cornfield to the pasture and on toward the house. The hot sun blazed fiercely down on his thinly clad back, and he noticed as he struggled through the tasselling corn that the leaves were already firing about the roots.
I wonder what Tom would say if I only 'didn't ill-treat' Patsie!" Thenceforward, His Majesty the King was an honored guest at the Commissioner's house, and the chosen friend of Patsie, with whom he blundered into as many scrapes as the compound and the servants' quarters afforded.
Now and again Miss Biddums begged for him the rare pleasure of a day in the society of the Commissioner's child the wilful four-year-old Patsie, who, to the intense amazement of His Majesty the King, was idolized by her parents.
"You'll bewy it," said Patsie, doubtfully, mindful of certain fearful atrocities committed on her doll. "No, I won't twoofanhonor. It's for me to wear." "Pooh!" said Patsie. "Boys don't wear sa-ashes. Zey's only for dirls." "I didn't know." The face of His Majesty the King fell. "Who wants ribands? Are you playing horses, chickabiddies?" said the Commissioner's wife, stepping into the veranda.
The discovery that the water-jugs had been left at home called for instant action when he arrived in the field. Silas had put his team on the binder and Patsie was free for use on just such errands as this. The machine had just been driven up to where Hugh could ask for water also. John crossed over and laid his hand on the lines. "Here, you take the horse and go for the water.
"It's time you brought that horse home, young lady. You see to it that it's harnessed for th' drag as quick as ever you can. Next time you get a horse You'll know it." When Elizabeth started on and Mr. Farnshaw saw that Patsie was lame his anger knew no bounds, and the sound of his exasperated voice could have been heard half a mile away as he poured out a stream of vituperation.
Don't you see the specks of blue low down on the horizon to the northeast? That's the Skelligs, three rocky islets off the southwest coast of Ireland, near where I was born, and where my wife Katy, and the babies live. That's where my dear old mother also keeps watch for her Patsie." "Is your name Patsie?" Alfonso asked.
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